Pragma

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"You really are something else, y/n" he muttered, not looking away from you.

"You too, sir" you replied, looking him deep in the eyes. God he was beautiful. He abruptly stood up and looked at his phone.

"We should uhh... we should head back, it's 5:30" he extended his hand and helped you to your feet.

"We probably should..." you looked to the ground. Why did he have to move away just as things were getting more heated?! What the fuck?

You took your suitcase, but he grabbed your wrist.

"I'll carry it, it's heavy" he looked up at you, and you pulled your hand to your body. He carried the suitcase in one hand and a duffel bag in his other hand. He winced slightly when he lifted the bag and suitcase – he really shouldn't be carrying it with his arm.

"But sir, your arm?" you gave him a worried expression.

"I insist. And my arm will be fine, no need to worry l/n" he said determined and walked out of the apartment. You grabbed Betty and a third bag and locked the door after you. Mr. Gold put the bags in the trunk and sat in the car.

You were sitting with Betty in your lap, and while you put on the seatbelt you saw Mr. Gold pet Betty again.

"She really likes you" you informed him.

"She does, it's quite incredible. She's sweet, just like her mom. Isn't that right, Betty? Your mom is very sweet" he said in that cute voice and smirked at you.

"Oh stop it Prince Charming and bring me back to your castle" you laughed.

"Your wish is my command, Princess. Next stop, my castle" he smirked and winked at you before driving away.

"I- Just drive" you laughed and winked back at him. He called you Princess?! What's that supposed to mean? Are you, his princess? What? You were so confused.

Back at The Agency Mr. Gold helped you carry the bags to your room, and even helped you unpack. His bomber jacket, cap and gun holster laid on your desk.

"I can take over from here, sir, you don't have to help me" you told him as he put the last sweaters in the closet.

"I don't mind helping you, l/n" he walked over to you and smiled before putting a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it a bit.

"I had no idea people could be as nice as you are, and especially not rich and wealthy people"

"Well, we do exist. Or I exist, at least" he chuckled and let go of your shoulder. You sat down on your bed and looked up at him.

"A lot of times when the mayors or rich people came to my store to pick up their orders, they would always be so rude. They acted like they were better than me just because they were mayors or earned more money than me, and quite frankly I was very sceptical when I first saw you pull up in a golden Lamborghini with 3 big, armoured SUVs around you. The mayors would also show up in parades like yours, and your car was even golden" you raised your eyebrows and shook your head slightly, remembering the first time you met him.

"I honestly thought you would be a dick for flashing and flaunting your wealth like that, but when you spoke to me and paid for your order, I realized that you were so much unlike the others" by now Mr. Gold was sitting down in your desk chair, leaning forward, and resting his elbows on his knees. He listened to your story with great interest.

"You actually respected me, and you even congratulated me for making it. You were the first person ever to say congratulations to me, it was crazy that you, Mr. Gold, the wealthiest man on the island, congratulated me, a small business owner" you were standing up and waving your arms around as you told the rest of the story, occasionally looking down at him.