What if you needed money quick? You're still struggling with debt from your pricey divorce . You're drowning in medical bills and you lost your job. Your friend introduces you to a billionaire and well it just so happens he wants a child and will pa...
"Hi beautiful." His voice is smooth but the scotch on his breath is rigid and gross. I fan away from him and slide further down the bar. Flagging down the bartender I get a refill on my Gino-tonic. He comes closer to me, "So what are you deaf I'm a nice guy?"
"I just don't want to talk," I mutter sipping on the liquid that makes everything fade a little bit more. I pull my hair back behind my ear and he huffs calling me a bitch under his breath. I turn to him ready to strike when he's confronted by a man.
Strong muscular face, light stubble, mustache that only makes him look more manly. 6 foot 2, a nice climb, Armani suit from head to toe. He was the epitome of mystery.
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To say the absolute least, he screamed power, sex, and money.
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"Apologize to the lady," He says politely but with an edge that sends a tingle down my spine and I sip the drink. He looks him up and down as if he could take him...as if. And at that point he tries to side step the dark brooding man. "Big mistake," He says blocking him.
The drunk stranger results to violence and shoves the towering giant. In a swift move he has his hand around his neck, holding him against the counter. "Apologize to the lady."
He looks between the two of us before spitting at the man but it doesn't go very far. "Screw you and the bit-"
The mysterious hero pulls him off the bar and holds him by the collar, gaining the attention of the few in the lonely bar. I'm on my feet un-sure if it needs to go this far but I can't help but be turned on at how he has all control in the situation. "Learn your place,"
Throwing him aside into a table he's asked to leave by the bartender and he looks at me before stalking out. I easily put down the glass, collect my clutch and go after him. I see him strolling down the street...
"Why are you following me? Don't you have some husband to get back to..." I'm startled a bit at the fact he knew I was following him and I look down at my wedding ring. Looking up I step back because he's in front of me, analyzing my every detail deep in my soul.
He shows off a wickedly delicious full set of teeth, his big hands reach up to touch the sides of my arms to squeeze a bit. "So do you have a husband to get back to?"
