"holy shit your the pretty boy from the magazines? aren't you supposed to be dead?" "shut up and drive now" miles lennox is a model at vogue. the type of model who everyone has fantasied about them at least once. he's everywhere. he's on every billboard and every magazine to be seen. he was perfect. too perfect if you will. jax was envious to say the least. as he was the type of guy who has nothing to show for his life about from his low self-esteem and his drinking problem so when miles turned up at jaxs car tears streaming down his face and rain entangled within his hair jax was confused to say the least. but maybe there was more to miles? maybe he wasn't so perfect? cover cred to the wonderful @glowingrowan

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

Exactly what the title says. (If you have questions, you can PM me. I'll try to help. Or, you know, take any insults you want to throw at me.)