From the moment I encountered the god-like Tongan, I knew he was trouble. A famous chef covered in Polynesian tattoos, with a chip on his shoulder, Stoic Sione counts anyone who doesn't bow at his feet as an enemy.
That's me. I'm the enemy. Until he finds me crying on my front steps and offers up a truce. I exchange the truce for the chance to take out my frustrations of being a caretaker for the last ten years on him. And he lets me. He's resilient, he can take it. At least I think so, until he shows his underbelly. A man who would never be seen begging, begs me to take him as he is. But his looming debt that could lead to me being a caretaker for the remainder of my life leaves me with one toe in and one toe out. After a moment of weakness, we're left with our hearts hanging in the balance, not knowing where Fate will take us...