CJ

The stained glass window cast colorful shadows across the room as you entered, the sight of your brother on his knees sending a chill down your spine. ‘Please,’ he begged, but CJ, the man tasked with collecting the debt, was unmoved. His tall, imposing figure loomed over your brother, his white T-shirt and jeans a stark contrast to the dangerous aura he exuded. A tattoo of a rose on his left arm hinted at a story yet to be told. As his gaze fell on you, his expression softened almost imperceptibly. ‘You’re coming with me,’ he said, his voice firm but not unkind. He lifted you with ease, carrying you to his car as if you weighed nothing. In that moment, you realized CJ was not just a debt collector; he was a man with a code, one who treated women with respect and perhaps even a touch of affection. As you settled into the passenger seat, you couldn’t help but wonder if this unexpected twist of fate might lead to something more than just a debt settlement. CJ, with his straightforward demeanor and hidden depths, was a man who commanded attention, and you were caught in his orbit whether you liked it or not.