A Runs Girl's Gamble and A Playboy Billionaire's Reckoning

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change of words from roadside sellers. My heart was beating fast the whole ride. Andre's driver had come to pick me up in a sleek black car with cool AC. I ke

s, and lights shining like stars. When I stepped inside, my mouth fell open. Marble floors, huge windows looking

shirt and jeans. His smile made my stomach flip again. "

place is bigger than my

ir feeling heavy with something sweet and dangerous.... Chemistry. It was sparking like wires during rain. I wanted to pull

ken soup, yoghurt, grilled chicken, beef, fish, cheese, fresh salad, just name it. Can

rain while stuck in traffic on the Cairo Rail Bridge. I shared fake but funny tales from my events planning "work." Every tim

inois are the same. They smile, take pictures, ask for this and

l him about mom's cancer, the real struggles. But no. I smiled inste

shadow. "Not all. Only the special ones." Then he reached under the tabl

s was it, the money part was starting already. But as I touched it, my heart fe

rs brushed my neck softly. I closed my eyes as the touch sent sparks down my body. When

smell his nice cologne. For a second, I thought we would kiss. My lips wanted it so bad. The t

ng up and walking to the big window. The city li

mooth. He put his hands on my waist from behind, gently. "I lik

chemistry was too strong. But my head scre

ay that to plenty girls. I saw yo

l. Like he didn't like me pulling back. "Those ones? They are nothing. Just for

in my chest. I laughed to hide my nerves. "To eat go

to win. Always." He said it like a joke, but I felt the warning underneath. This man had a side t

bodies moved close to each other, his hands on my back felt good. When the song ended, he kissed

time. "Andre, I need to g

y longer. I can make you happy, Amelia, very happy." His eyes searched mine,

t. Both of us in this game, but his rules felt dangerous. Still, th

ng. I used it as excuse. "My fri

ide eye. He was staring at his phone with a small frown, typing fast. When I fini

you home,

ning away," he whispered as we reached my Rockford apartment. Then he leaned in and finally kis

I was breathing har

is man was trouble...Rich trouble. His charm was pulling me in, but that cont

t it. You want his money, not his heart.' But dee