LOVING MS. BILLIONAIRE

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I don't know shit about girls or women. Except of course sleeping with them if that counts. But I know most of them are suckers for romance. Now that I thought about it, I realized I didn't know where to start with Radina. Let's say she finally decides to take over the PL Inc. as expected, how do I even start with her.

Trust me, I know how to get a girl to bed, I just don't know how to get them to be friends with me, let alone trust me.

I needed to up my game if I was to get to Radina's good side. Even if it meant a double identity. My dumb ass head decided to finally make use of that email of hers.

I wondered if I would last that long at the PL Inc. I just hoped it was long enough for my catch.

From: <liesthatyoulove@gmail. com>

To: <Laylapierce@gmail. com>

RE: BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS

Hello beautiful soul. I have never seen someone so kind and so beautiful as you. I saw what you did for that homeless mother and her two children at the TACC. I like to go there to donate because I have so much money I do not know what to do with it. I must admit, I am impressed. In all your rich glory, it is so hard to believe you are that humble. Not a self-centered, attention lover jerk like me. Be safe.

With Regards.

J.

Unbelievable that I expected her to believe the crap I just sent.

'You have the money you don't know what to do with and you're planning a heist?' My subconscious bitterly reminded.

I just wanted to keep her guessing my identity, that way I'll have more time to confuse the hell out of her. By the time she realizes her mistake, I'll be long gone.

Then I started overthinking.

"Come down Mace, she might not even take it seriously." I reminded myself.

'That was borderline stalker stuff I sent back there. She will most definitely think I'm some creepy old man wanting to take advantage of her.' I thought to myself.

I needed to blow off steam before I ended up doing something way crazier. I'm well known for that. I wasn't going to jeopardize my job because it was my way out.

My freedom.

My freedom from all the shitty stuff I had been doing. I guess too much of something is indeed poisonous. I was living proof of that.

Taking my old BMW, I pressed the gas and headed to the only place I could have a good time. I needed it. On arrival, the bar was jammed as usual. I took the stool by the counter and signaled for the bartender, who also happened to be the owner and an old friend of mine.

"My man, how long has it been. The hell did you disappear to man?" Tristan shouted over the loud music.

"Way too long man. I had issues needing to be sorted out." I informed.

"Do those issues include women?" he raised a questioning brow and I smirked in response.

"You know me too well," I replied in between laughter.

Tristan pushed a glass of vodka my way.

"This is for the house." He said grinning.

That's how the party started. I was downing glass after glass.

"Yoh Mace, this is for you," the bartender offered me a 'sex on the beach'," from that redhead over there." He pointed to a sexy as hell woman with killer legs. She smiled and then waved at me. I waved back with an enthusiasm matching her own.

I knew I was hot. And I used that to my advantage. Half the female population in the bar had already been giving me the looks when I entered and I relished the attention.

"Hey, hot man." It was the redhead from earlier. The night was going exactly as planned and I couldn't be happier.

"Thanks for the drink beautiful," I commented and she smiled in response.

"So what's your name, I can't keep calling you hot stuff now can I ?" She purred putting her neatly manicured nails on my arm suggestively.

"I don't mind. Now we could be here wasting time with meaningless talk, or we could go somewhere quiet where I can show you a good time, we both know it's what you want." I boldly said eyeing her with a cheeky grin. She visibly gasped.

I happen to have that effect on a lot of women.

She desperately excused herself telling me to give her a minute so she could go say goodbye to her friends.

Score one for Mason.