Mr. Billionaire, can I be honest?

scie

ing meaningful and less than twenty-four

pent the rest of the day at the police station trying to solve the scammer problem. Devasted, drained,

gital camera dangling on his neck. "This is hopeless. I'm hopeless. How can I be so... gullible

and walked into the building. The music boun

around for entertainment, the casually-dressed relaxed on couches, and held conversations with a person or two, and th

d evening, sir, what can I get you?" a sof

ay, coming right up!" the bartender turned

s blue checkers shirt and dropped it on the smooth white table. "Thank you

somehow helped to numb the pain of failure, the

y darted to the hand, then raised his head to a blonde man in his late tw

ed away from his grasp. "Excuse me," he walked briskly, peeking fr

he took some steps back as the room spun around him. "I

ey differentiate a man from a woman?" Bentley thought inw

"No! It's fine, thank you." Bentley turned to

t interested," Tipsy Bentley pushed his glasses, like that would make him see the blu

ey took one back. "Who are you to refuse? D

d sideways as if searching for an escape route. A creepy smirk crawled on the man's face. "Oh, it's fin

him first! Back off." Bentley shut his eyes tight; being pulled like a ragdoll

st end?" Bentley

stand walked toward them. His eyes narrowed to the brown-haired guy in the

his aura, a masculine combination of lavender and fresh

cold, dark gray eyes to them.

My sincere apologies; we had no idea," the blonde man forced a dry laugh. "Yeah, he's all yours," t

the stranger and thought inwardly. "Finally, an angel came to my r

entley smiled sheepishly. Damian pinched his blue checkers shirt like it was garbage; his

shiny black Tesla zoomed in front of him, and the door opened automatically. Damian darted to Be

onstantly on his thigh, then twisted his

inside. "I can't just leave him there. What if he gets hurt or harassed by those r

got the better of him. "Driver, turn around." "Sir?" the aged man glimpsed at the backseat.

looked at the blurry face and tilted his neck slightly; he thought internally. "Oh, that sounds like my ang

om one side to another. He stopped in front of him