She’d been brushing him off for nearly a year.
No matter how kind he pretended to be. No matter how patient. How generous.
The flowers, the takeout, the ride offers — hell, he’d even gotten her tickets to a concert once. She never accepted a thing. Always smiling, always soft, but always no.
It drove him insane.
His obsession wasn’t an accident — it was deliberate. Controlled.
A carefully crafted performance.
He made sure to be there at every appointment — holding something thoughtful. Takeout. A rose. A compliment wrapped in concern.
Just enough to look sincere.
Just enough to convince her.
But beneath the charm was a plan. A calculated game.
There was something about that innocence. That false f*****g modesty. Like she knew exactly what kind of reaction she stirred and chose to
