Billionaire's pack

i straps of her lovely black dress. Tonight's event was a charity luncheon

he city's wealthy, she knew it was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. Meeting at

e kitchen table. The strain was enormous, but Rose remained resilient. Sh

essive. Crystal chandeliers provided a warm glow over the nicel

mbered why she was there. She saw her buddy, Evelyn, waving from across the room. Eve

, happy to see a

lyn shouted, giving her a hear

le," Rose said, attempti

s full of opportunities. Just b

ose smiled and nodded, attemptin

es from various businesses. Even as she interacted and exchanged pol

f business acquaintances, projecting confidence and authority. His s

ther parties like this, but they always appeared the same: superficial and predictable.

her glass. Something about her fascinated him, a real quality that was uncommon in h

tenseness. He smiled warmly,

s Alexander," he sai

him right away: Alexander Blackwood, the

art pounding. "I am Rose. "N

e fixed on hers. "Are y

e herself. "It is fantastic. "A

se events can be stressful, especiall

was affable and attentive, unlike the distant tycoon she had

pping up. Rose had spent the whole of the evening conver

about his personal life. He, for his part, had listened closely as she discussed her ch

ere quieter?" the man said. Rose paused for a secon

about Alexander that com

aid finally. "

few blocks away. The atmosphere was cozy,

zed by how simple it was to communicate with Alexander. Despite his posit

ged tales, jokes, and even vulnerable moments. There was palpable e

Rose home. They walked through the downtown streets, the cool

they approached Rose

ght," he added quietly, his

Alexander leaned in and kissed her. It was a delicate, cautious k

of breath by the ti

ed, her tone just above a whisper. Alexa

e answere

passion. They were two people who, despite their differe

ir troubles and surrendered to the p

lay awake, watching Rose sleep soundly beside him. He knew their lives were completely diffe

ing, he wrote a message and placed it on her bedside table. As he went ou

rt sank somewhat. She saw the message a

e evening. Let this not b

a range of emotions whirling inside

d taken an unexpected turn. While Rose was clutching the letter, her phone vib

need to talk." "Co

hat Alexander intended to address, bu