A Marriage to Cure A Broken Billionaire

tempted to write this week he deleted from his IPad. Dexter also had a pile of balled-up papers on which he had scribbled ideas, tossing them in the wastebasket. He sighs, running his hand throu

her one was happening to him. Frustration penetrated his soul. He rubbed his temples to relieve t

er's

assed and it went fast. Wow! How long has it been since I had female companionship? About a week, maybe longer? Now that I'm thinking about it, some

om my bathroom with only my towel wrapped around me. I press my remote, walking through my revolving doors into a sizable closet. I love fashion and

by how it feels to my touch. I rub my hands over my silk shirts and cashmere sweaters, trying to decide which fabric will work for tonight. All my clothes are gray and dark custom-made to perfectly fit my slender solid physique. I inha

s. I spray my hair with a sensual-smelling mousse, slicking the perfectly jet-black hair off my face. I pi

d to my voice. The seats and the temperature, visible light

in heading into the city. Then the GPS changes direction only two miles down the hill. Finally, it gives guidance to take a detour. I quickl

he beat of my steering wheel, making my lips curve into a smirk, thinking of my need to feed this craving for new lyrics. Keeping

their satisfaction with only one purpose in mind, and that is to advance my music. What I do has nothing to do with money because I have more of that than

the night. I don't have to contend with the bright light from the sun burning my eyes or having to keep sunglasses on at all times or heavy traffic because I also love speed. With fe

losures than ever. The snow now fell at a steady pace. The dark road begins to curve. My Ferrari tires make traction on the wet pavement. It looked like a plow had been through at so

to purchase a house, mountain living was what I wanted to experience and all that came with it. There was snow - and lots of

waving vigorously at me as I approach the accident. I slow down a little, wondering what to do; I'm not too keen about stopping in the dark on an unfamiliar road. So I pa

onight. I knew if it were me, I would want someone to stop and help. So I hit the brakes! I shifted my car in rev

omewhat slightly surprised but concerned. I park my car park several feet away from the acc

their arms raised, waving their hands to get my attention. Ca

2/5