In Love With A Billionaire

Bent, but not Broken.

January 6th 2020

The sun hangs over the balcony of my high rise Manhattan condo , drowning it in warm yellow light. I step out and take a deep breath in, it's a beautiful day. A slight wind caresses my half naked body, runs through my long, black body waved hair. I light my blunt and lean on the rails and take it all in. I'm living life. No worries, no pain. Just happiness. I take a pull, and exhale it, I feel relaxed. Lord knows I needed this , I got work in approximately 2 hours. And I promised Avery I wouldn't be late.

After a warm shower, I dry off and walk directly to my closet. What are we wearing today?

I grab a silk button down shirt, a fitted nude pencil skirt , along with its blazer . Something simple. I wasn't a feen for nobody's attention. But that's the thing- I received it anyway. Let's be real though, I look good. No doubt about that. Even though I'm sure if I looked bad, I would still get attention. This is New York, the men here will fornicate with an eel if it had a pretty face and a fat ass.

My very much human face caught the attention of a 57 year old man named Bentley Hughes. He was a wealthy man, owned one of the top sugar daddy sites in the world . So you can guess how I met him. He contacted me on his site, said I was beautiful, and that he'd love to meet me. I was floored . Like I said I know I look good but so does the other thousands of women who use his site. But anyway, before we met , we talked everyday. Mainly texting, because he was always so busy with his business ventures, flying out to events .

The conversations would be basic , "Hey how are you?" type of thing, until one day he asked me to join him at the New York Fashion Week fashion show. It was the first time we were meeting and he wanted to take me to one of the biggest events in the world.

September 17th 2015
It was the night of , and I waited patiently for him to come pick me up. He said "See you at 8!" Girl, I was ready at 7.

I see a Rolls Royce pull up to the front of my building, and Bentley steps out . He's wearing a nude suit, with brown Versace shoes.

"You look even more beautiful in person" He walks up to me with his hands out and once I'm close enough he grabs them gently and kisses me on the cheek.

"Thank you, not too bad yourself. I appreciate you taking me out tonight." I look him in his eyes to make assure I'm serious. Bentley was about 6'5. White, with salt and pepper hair and beard. He was a slender build, whenever we hugged my face would be to damn near his stomach. He was kind, gentle, sweet and always protected me. Always looked out. Not like a father figure, but more like an older companion. He didn't want sex, in fact , he craved my presence and that was it took to keep him happy.

He started taking me on more trips and giving me money. 5k a week. Rewarded me for my loyalty and respect. I loved being around him. Not just because of the benefits and the fact that he put me in a bomb ass crib , bought me a car and took me all over the world, but because he showed me a new side to life . I came from years of pain and I had to get over that shit by myself . I didn't know nothing else but tears and heartache . But I came out that shit, yes I did. And I was happy, so him being around just made things better .

Bent taught me about life. He was experienced and cared about me because he been down so many roads before. We both came from poverty. Trials and tribulations that almost got the best of us.

"You're stronger than words would even come to describe." He always told me.

He was married, but his wife died in a tragic car accident, some time before we started talking. So he's just been by himself. Years of just focusing on his business. He said I reminded him that he can still be loved and that's why he was so giving. Crazy, but obvious that he served the same purpose for me.

I look over at the medium sized , cherry wood, embellished portmanteau sitting atop my dresser. It was Bentley's grandmother's. He passed it on to me since he didn't have any children. It held all the jewelry Bent had ever bought me. It had a small lock, to protect its contents. Not everything in there was mine. Bent's favorite watch, his black diamond pinky ring he only wore for special occasions, the gold chain he wore with my name engraved in it. He bought that when we went to Africa after I said I wanted to ride elephants . Ha, that was Bentley for you.

Bentley was my bestfriend .

Was.

On May 30th 2017, Bentley and I were at Martha's Vineyard. Gigi Stallings just purchased a house and threw a small housewarming party to celebrate. Her and Bent were friends in college and they stayed in touch . Been friends for about 20 years now. Everyone had left and it was just her, Bent, her husband , and I drinking wine.

"Thank you for the fabulous event Gigi. I had a great time, you and your husband purchased a stunning home." I said smiling brightly and reaching out to shake her hand.

"Oh come here!" She pulled me into a tight, but kind hearted hug and handed me a medium sized gift bag when she let go.

"Oh no you didn't have t-"

"You're amazing . I mean when Bentley told us about you I thought you were just another money greedy who-" She stopped herself from getting more tense and coughed slightly to replace the forsaken word.

"Look ," She grabs my hand and squeezes it slightly , then stares at me through ice blue eyes . This is the first time in the short time I knew her that I really stared at her . She was as old as Bent but looked 30, as if her shower routine resides in the fountain of youth. She wore little makeup and her skin was flawless , rosy pink cheeks topped with cherry red lipstick and beautiful white teeth. She was beautiful.

" , you may be way younger than Bentley but the way he values you overrides that. Thank you for being good to him. As his friend I watched him make many mistakes with women and I just want to show my thanks for all you do for him."

I was touched . But knowing all this made my desire to love Bentley for who he is even stronger. He deserved it.

She smiled sincerely and walked away, Bentley taking her spot.

"Ready to go?" He stroked my cheek and then lifted my head to look at him.

I was in deep thought didn't really notice him until I was looking dead in his eyes .

After our trip I stayed at his place for some time .

I was just getting out of his shower when I heard a loud clatter.

"Bentley?..." I was looking at the mirror , fixing my hair but stopped to stare back at my reflection intently , awaiting his response.

No answer .

I walked out through halls looking for him in his incredibly large penthouse. Finally, I walked into the kitchen.

There he was , lying on the floor , unconscious. My heart dropped and I ran by his side .

I watched as EMT's escorted him out onto a gurney, tears racing down my face . Everything was in slow motion and I was out of it. Despite the chatter of EMT's and their radios I could only hear my heart beating a million beats per minute.

I couldn't lose him. Fuck the money. Bent was my bestfriend. I couldn't lose him.