Contract With The Millonaire.

bearable. We haven't had family dinners anymore, nor have we done anything beyond small interactions. My day is terrible when I see Alana; after ou

her ex-boyfriend was, but I'm not that much of an asshole, or maybe I just want to respect our deal. My friends haven't met Alana; I think she assumed that Benton is the only person

him that Benton could bring them to my house and pretend that she's one of his girls in public. However, he didn't like the i

the last thing

go drink, a club,

e so commitments that involve years. I've been looking for something that tells me that life is worth living, or at least that living with Alana will be worth it, but I can't find anything that assures me of that, and it stre

an sitting still like an idiot waiting for something.

o to Cesa

open

always

g here?" I say frustrat

er. Beyond what anyone else has done. Being independent at an early age teaches you things like living can become boring, having too many responsibilit

motions have been derailing lately; anything drives me crazy, and I feel like punching the wall when I carry too much stress. As a public figure, I must maintain a c

he had only seen my good and kind side, the only one I can show. As the days went by, he taught me things that he had noted I used to do frequently, which seemed strange, but I let it go. Benton and he have known each other since high school; they were good friends, but different paths separated them. I got used to the ide

" she r

him. If you're going to fuck her, make

, I realized she was anything but easy. She adopted a more serene posture when she was alone, checked her phone, and furrowed her brow repeatedly. I tried to start a conversation with her and appear as a guy who didn't want to sleep

it's stressful on that topic. I think you should come ar

r the confession I just made. I never know what to expect from women, especially those who don't know much beyond the basics. My father always says

to see someone who w

I know that people even see me as if I were a model or something lik

I thought she already knew. I could have sworn that when she saw me, she knew who I was immedia

hould have mentioned it to you. Why

you're

looking at me when I arrived? I thought y

thought you would come up with an

aven't made

ight that you don't want to fuck me

talks, and how she carries herself. I laugh in response and tilt my head from side to side. It seems unreal, so much so that it arouses me a bit. The bathroom door opens, and a crying girl

but I think you're much better than that. And I have to go

r; she probably c

my fi

it again, dismayed by what I just said. But it's not a lie,

etting married. That's why I hate men for commitments. They're good for nothing! I don