In Love With A Billionaire

The Lock.

You're probably wondering when the "Was" part is actually going to mean something . I've been talking about my dear Bentley for two chapters now. Hold tight, this is it. This is where you learn the truth about what happened to Bentley, God bless his beautiful soul.

August 17th 2017

"This is the best Italian restaurant on the planet. The pizza here is so authentic! New York couldn't ever top this place. So what's next? The Colosseum? St.Peters Basilica? The Patheon? You know, I never seen the Leaning Tower of -"

"Kelly. Kelly baby, I made plans for us. You'll love it, I promise."

Bentley always knew what I liked . So I piped down and let him lead the way . I trusted him and his opinion on things because he never made me do anything I didn't want to do.

After a short drive , our driver dropped us off in the middle of a plaza. Tourists streamed the sidewalks , everywhere cameras flashed . Children played and families gathered to take pictures . Food vendors and painters and dancing couples along the sides of the plaza , each with its own crowd.

"Would you do the honors?" Bentley asked after I helped him into his wheelchair , he gestured to the handlebars .

"Of course." I grabbed the handlebars.

"Where to captain?"

"Straight ahead."

I did as I was directed and pushed through the life of the plaza , people moved out of the way . Some even recognizing him . I assume it's from the many events he attended in Italy . His sugar daddy site was well known in Italy as well.

After a series of "Turn here", "Make a left" , "It's right around the corner", we finally made it to .. well...

"A bridge?" I asked , a little disappointed but more so confused as to why we were standing at the entrance of a bridge.

"Not just any bridge. Come with me." Bentley looked up and smiled at me, then wheeled off onto the bridge. I followed behind him.

As I got closer I realized these shiny objects that decorated the sides of the bridge were locks . Combination locks, key locks, just locks .

"Bentley what are we doing her-" I began to ask but as I turned to face him , he was already looking at me holding a small black box in his hand.

"I'd get on one knee but well.." He looks down at his wheelchair suggestively.

I giggled at the joke but what was in the box ? Was he proposing to me?

"Bentley I-"

"Kelly. I love you. You are my rock. I give you everything you ask for and then some because you deserve it . You mean the world to me and so does our relationship. You never pressured me, or made me feel like all I was worth was my money . You reminded me that I could be loved. I would've never thought I'd have gotten this far with a woman your age, but honestly, choosing your was the best choice I've ever made. So here," He opens the box.

Not a ring, but a lock. with our names engraved in it.

"I got this lock so we can put it on the gate of this bridge , to commemorate our relationship." He hands it to me and I bend down to kiss him.

Then I walk over to the gate and place the lock on it . I made sure it was at the top so that one day I'd be able to come back and find it..