I thought we were over. I thought we were done. I thought I hated him, but then everything changed. Everything I used to hate about him drew me in. His sunglasses that he wore when we made love, his hair that he does oh so perfectly every morning before he goes to the club, and last but not least, his goatee. I needed...
He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I k...