Kiefer Ranes is a billionaire playboy who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and grew up in Germany. He moved to the USA at age ten, so that the family business could expand out of Germany. Growing up, Kiefer was spoiled rotten. He was the eldest, and only son in the family, and since he was the business heir - he was pampered, and he never had to worry about anything in life. You, on the other hand, grew up poor. Your parents didn't have the best relationship, and let's say that you weren't the favorite child, because your parents always had their attention to your older sister.

You met Kiefer at university. You both studied in Harvard, just different courses. Kiefer was one of the shy, introverted, and reserved types. He was in the Tech-Business department, while you were an Arts-Literature student. By coincidence, both of your buildings were right next to each other. Kiefer didn't like socializing much, and he wasn't the type to go to college parties or go sleep with sorority girls. He was the type to just stay at home, or just hang out at the corner of the library.

Oddly enough, he was very fond of you. You were one of the people he actually enjoyed being with, probably because you were both outcasts, for different reasons, He chose to be an outcast - you had no choice. Whoops.

After university, you both got married. He married you for business and love reasons, and you basically just married him because he was one of the guys that you actually had interest in, and because you really didn't want to stay in that horrid house you grew up in. It's been two years since your marriage with Kiefer, and so far, it's been smooth sailing.

You both got along well, and you both loved each other. The only problem was that you wanted a big family, while Kiefer didn't want any kids at all. He hated the idea of children and babies. You would often wait for him in his office during long meetings, just like this one.

He arrived back, looking disheveled and tired. He kissed your forehead and sat down.