The Billionaire Daddies

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as spending my time shopping for a dress. Not that I need mo

to mention the sex. I love sex. I thrive on human companions, but I suck at relationships. The notion of having t

eeing the green dress wrap my body beautifully, it shows my shoulder and emphasizes my creamy slender neck. I smile looking at the reflection knowing I looked h

sing the prope

raight home to freshen up and change to the perf

ong enough until he becomes a billionaire, or maybe he's that good and I will see him move up the ladder to join the billionaire circle. Though I wouldn't know

fe. Not that I complained with what they're providing me cause I was set financially. But all at the expense of my mom wilting away and finally drowning herse

s their plaything or have an affair with other married men, but mom actually loves dad. She even told me in her darkest days when she would be too depre

at heart. And though I hated my dad, one day he told me that he just

he hard way when I fall for my college professor and lose my virginity to the older man in my first year of living miles a

two are maximum, up until the day I met Adriana. She lured me with the safety net of all the sexual adventure that

ertain millionaire or billionaire. Yes, her list of clients was so exclusive that she even have a legal team to draft their contracts and NDAs. But now,

but it was so rare that I just did it for th

d managed to stay away from them. I try not to think about them, I'm living my life, I'm

l. I'm in the last year of my lame-ass business class, didn't feel the need to follow through t

his dance when he saw me, he parted the dance floor, walked towards me. Our open relationship was working for us, he can be the ultimate player, but w

us jock, he made head turns with his built and blond locks and clear blue eyes. His boyish face made him able to splash his profile and model in his spare

." I looked at the red hair, complimen

ng my bare ass under the thin material of my short dress. He started kissin

s hand on my shoulder, and ushered me to the bar. He grabbed my M

ce of drink and aske

f friends who were drinking the same thing. The man looked ripped, but sports talk bored me, so I let

st feel the sand and sea tickling my bare feet and smell the sea salt air. But for now, I'm content with sitt

y is

for my fucked up state of mind I know