millionaire heiress

here I am: becoming the target of one who looks too young to even be

ight? — I return, fnding a little amusement in his pert little nose. T

ng away from mine when the waiter places her drink on the counter. — You're also very beautiful, but I'm not

— Who said I'm interested? Just so you know, I just caught my boyfriend

g for the asshole? What is this girl

. This is not me. — Well, those two traitors don't even deserve my tear

y wife and my son — I say. I don't talk about it with many people, but I'm doing it with her. I prefer to believe that there is nothing special about

ce becomes even sadder when she places her hand on top of mine to comfo

mpletely left without a reaction when the young woman gets up from the c

ht as the one he's giving me. For the

e both physical and emotional react

ly wrong, but I can't do it. I do the opposite by burying my nose in the

ic and special going on. We are just two desperate souls who bumped into

beats stronger because of the sincere way he looks at me. But the strang

wing my head back and moving her body away from mine. — Are you crazy, gi

We can not. I'm grieving for my late

and I would also be using you — she

's not about her, but about the idea of ​feeling alive for the frst time in a long time, even though the bi

t she is stubborn when she not only doesn't obey me, but also when she insists on not leaving me alone wit

were different, she approaches me dangerously and I don't push her away. My body doesn't tense in terror

the hair at the back of her neck and sticking my tongue into her soft mou

en she nods in confrmation. A little dizzy from the alcoholic drink, her soft body, delicious mouth and good smell, I forget the pain of the p

my late wife's face, but I'm able to recognize it and feel especially arou

ast time, close to dawn. As my sweaty body falls onto the mattress, I look up at the ceiling of the hotel room

y life. As I pull her body in and hug

t my world really comes crashing dow

akes me a while to understand that I'm alone in a fve-star hotel room. As I pull the silk sheet away from my

shes begin to pop up in my mind with such intensity that they make me get

ies of the early morning emerge, the

ve nothing to put out, I get up again and stop in front of the mirror to wash my face, but I can barely look

your smell and the feeling of your touch from my skin, I wan