The Billionaire’s Beauty

t the door, but soon took it off after

ch where the funeral service was being held. Ash wasn't one to attend funeral serv

iane was the daughter to the late stikingly rich business mogul and hi

road and made a turn to his right, a

as met with an empty space. It was evi

o of the funeral, which was being covered by the broadcasting corporation the late wife

while, thinking of what next to do. He had always wanted to meet with Diane ev

beauty. Crazy as it seems, there seemed to be something

in her life, and her love life in general, and he still remembered her response, clearly, just as she had

reasons, she'd rather not share. That was all that got him hooked. She

way back into town when an idea dropped in his head. He reached for

were high chances he found it, and he did find it. He finally eased the ca

on, but was at a loss of what to do. He stepped out of his car a f

a glimpse of her at the roof top or balcony, when he felt a metal with his foot, j

n off of her, he thought, and luckily for him, she hadn't noticed. Yes, luckily, because that was how he was going t

vening and the sky was gradually getting darker. He raised hi

was wearing a white crop top that stopped just below her boobs, leaving her stomach

ven though, it wasn't clinging to her body like the top, her hips wer

icing to stare at, and he wondered what running his hand along them would feel like. H

imself. He couldn't recall the last time he started a conversation with a lady

y, reaching for it in his pocket. " It has the name Diane eng

ed off her hands. She staggered a bit, holding onto the door

nce. Ash rushed to her side and was right in

ould. He helped her up and unto the nearest sofa. He made to stand up, but, was pulled

?" She asked, her speech slu

closer to him on the sofa, causing their lips to meet, she moan