Rich Boys Do It Best

Rich Boys Do It Best

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Dark eyes, brown hair and a gaze that could cut as sharp as glass. That was the kind of man I married. It wasn't forced. I agreed to it, but God knows I wasn't ready for half of what this man was about to give. What am I supposed to to do now? I'm stuck with someone I can never figure out. It's exhausting to watch him by a building because it was blocking his view then talk about wasting money. I'm stuck with a rich boy, but they do it best.
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"I love the view of the city from such a height at this late night." I said finally breaking the silence. "Me too." he said lost in his thoughts. "How will it be to fall from such a great height?" he asked me. Do I smell hate? Is he a psychic person? I looked at him horrified. He finally smirked at me. "Chill. I was just kidding. Or else it was pretty silent." he said and smiled. "Well it wasn't funny." I said twisting my mouth and started giggling. "Thanks for bringing me here." I said and did something which I would regret later.

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