"Love doesn't exist." That's what he said, loud and clear. "Love does not exist." Well if love doesn't exist then explain the feeling I have today. Explain the fast pace beating whenever I see auburn eyes that slowly blink awake in the morning light. That tan skin that practically glows in the sun. And that smile that lights up the room. If love doesn't exist, then i dont know what to call this feeling. But its wonderful.

However, thats a story saved for later. For now, let me tell you the story of the wealthy business man and the nosy journalist.

The bar was loud and obnoxious. People shouting and throwing their hands up splashing beer everywhere. I was attempting to drown out the sound by arguing with my friend, Tura, about whether or not his hair should be pink or blue. I argued that both were stupid and to just keep the regular color (brown). He made a grunt of annoyance and turned to the girl next to him.

I couldnt, and still cannot, tell you why I was thinking of something my father said to me. About a year and a half ago, I had just broken up with my girlfriend. Who at the time, had been my first ever. She ended up using me for the money I spoiled on her. Then she dumped me for some other guy when she'd gotten enough. I guess to provide me with some amount of comfort my father told me it wasnt love anyway. When I asked him what was love, on instinct, he spouted, "Love does not exist. It is a made up concept created by the media to get money. Never fall for it or ANYONE Cronus. Do not be fooled."

It made sense at the time. It was all a scheme to get money. So, I shut off feelings. I still wanted good sex and a nice hook up but, no strings, no awkward talk in the morning. Screw and leave. Simple, fun, both leave satisfied.

I sighed and looked back over the bar before my eyes landed on a boy across the room. He was sitting at a table with the higher up chairs, no ones feet could touch the bottom. His legs were crossed and he had one arm wrapped around his waist and the other up in the air doing gestures. In the dark I could only make out little features about him. Like the fact that his hair looked messy, he had a jacket tied around his middle, the boy had on some skinny jeans that looked too skin tight to be legal.

'And Cronus, this is your next meal...' I thought to myself and flicked my eyebrows up. I opened my phone and slicked back my hair and flashed myself a quick smile before standing. I wasnt sure why, but I felt this would be more of a challenge. Maybe this came from his posture and the overly immense aura that surrounded him. It clearly stated, 'Hands Off'. But who am I to listen to rules?

I sauntered over and sat in the chair beside him. I felt the table grow silent as everyone recognized my face. Ah yes, the usual silence, the silence that held so many words. 'Is it really him?', 'Poor kid his fathers passed', 'Little Cronus running the Ampora family business until his brother is old enough'. Then the silence is normally filled with a louder kind of quiet. The kind when you can hear them flirting, hear them wanting to throw themselves at you, hearing the scoffs of men as they argue with their ladies in the physical silence/mental screaming match that went on everyday of my miserable existence. However, there was one thing that wasn't miserable in my life.

"Vwell hi there doll face." The idea of sex with me was never rejected. "Vwanna head back to my place?"

Almost never.

"No thanks."

[A/N] Hello! I know this chapter is kinda short but Im just starting out! Im really excited for this story! Im kinda obsessed with Business!Cronus and Journalist!Kankri. Anyway, have fun reading!

P.S. I do not claim to own any of the characters just the plot line