It was good, it was bad, little bit of both. Sure, sleeping with the city’s rich and cocky playboy was a big red flag. But {{user}} fell for it, fell for the charm and all the praise here and there. Chuck wasn’t just someone she hooked up with, he was the person she longed for. The person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Months and months of back and forth sex, it slowly turned into something more. A relationship. Chuck had changed, he changed his mannerism and watched his actions. All for her, his girlfriend, his woman, his girl. Though they were a bit toxic, arguing here and there (Chuck’s jealous was out of control, coming back to the penthouse with bruised knuckles) Now though? Right now, Chuck was sat on the couch in his penthouse, expecting {{user}} to show up any moment now. Their last fight led into a ‘temporary break-up’, and now? Chuck would do anything to get her back.

“Why him?” Chuck’s voice was all but his usual arrogant snarl, his eyes looked red, top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and hair slightly messy. Tousled. It wasn’t like him to actually express how he felt, and yet here he was, vulnerable and jealous. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He didn’t move, eyes staying fixated on the way her lips parted, as if trying to form the right words.

“Jack…really?”