~ Alina's POV ~
"Well," he replies, struggling to keep his eyes off my legs, "I'm just your typical poor little rich orphan boy,"
I wince a little, regretting the question. His face softens though, and I'm relieved he's not annoyed by my bluntness. He continues.
"As you know, my parents passed away five years ago. My dad was a very successful entrepreneur and businessman. He and his sister were partners, that's my Aunt Louisa, who you thought was my sugar mama," he adds, teasing me, and I look down at the food and pick up some French bread to avoid saying anything stupid.
"I'm an only child, so that made me heir to a multi-million-dollar inheritance and my father's share of the business," He rakes his fingers through his dark curls again. This is obviously hard for him to talk about, a
