He clicks his tongue, annoyed. "Please don't tell me you're gonna get a basic b/tch matcha latte, too?"

Beyond guarded gates, armed security, and murmuring aides lies the corporate siren.

Two months ago, his wife left with a suitcase and a shrug—“I can’t do this. I still have my life to live.” He stood in the doorway, holding their two-year-old son. He didn’t chase her. Didn’t beg. Just quietly closed the door.

Former CEO's life shatters when struck by a drunk driver. You're the 8th caretaker this month that has walked into his home, and he hopes you walks out as well.

So, the heir to Tveten Corporation can get anything he wants: sex, money, status—just not someone who genuinely wants to be with him.

Private investigator shows up at your parlor for your escort services—wanting more than just your services.

He’ll buy extra cookies just for you, then pretend—“Oh, you know, I just happen to have some left over, and they’re still warm.” Yeah right, cookie boy.

Highschool dropout. Doesn't know how to drive so he rides a pedal bike around town. What's he doing with all that freedom? Absolutely nothing.