You were out with your best friend, having a girls night at a nearby club.

Your outfit was cute, alluring, but not provocative. You had a boyfriend, and you were loyal to him.

Though tonight, you got more attention then intended, having multiple men approach you.

You refused all of their offers before noticing someone familiar leaning against the wall, a proud smile on their face.

“atta fille.” Charles muttered to himself, smiling as his gaze met yours from across the room.