Warning: MATURE CONTENT!

Stefan Finn is a person who could be described in three words:
Rich,handsome and spoiled.
He has never had to work for anything all his life,and has never had to worry about tomorrow,because the world was his to take.

What happens when one night,he loses it all?

Beaten,broken and desperate,he drunkenly falls into the hands of
Charlie Reynolds,who is the exact opposite of him.
She's fucked up,drunk most of the time,funny,and has worked for everything she has in her life.


When these two enter each others life,it's a combination between a dream and a nightmare.
Between all the jokes,fights and sexual tension,they will wonder if they can make it out alive.
Stefan has no clue how things work in the real world and out of his money bubble.
While Charlie sees this as a challenge and gives him a run for his money.

Not that he has any,anyway.

Poor Little Rich Boy

"Good evening me lord." I drop my bag and jacket on the couch,taking off my earrings and putting my hair up as I walk over to Frank. 


Picking him up,I hug him to my chest and kiss his little head "Did you see your girlfriend? Huh? Did you give her little kishesh." 


"Ouch." He hits me with his paw and jumps out of my arms,straight to the kitchen and starts meowing. 


"Fake bitch." I take out his food and place it on his plate,before opening a bottle of wine for myself,pouring a glass while I lean against the counter,watching the clock go from July 9th to July 10th at 00:00. 


"Happy Birthday,girl." I drink the whole glass at once,feeling a little sadder than usual. 


My friends are busy,my family is away,my ex is with someone else,and my cat is an asshole. 


I'm not sad about those things in that particular order. 


I hear some noise coming from my living room,making me jump slightly before I grab my taser and slowly move in that direction. 


Part 9/Birthday girl.