THE BILLIONAIRE'S REMORSE

an's

labeled me a harbinger of bad luck and disaster years ago, after my mom's death. Everything, even the

at I'm the architect of my own misery. I should

, like I just popped up in the middle of nowhere. Even the one person I love, the one whos

do there?" I mused loudly. No one would want to associate

m a billionaire and highly respected here

le, I took a sip, which I immediately spat out. The

ly reminded myself to curb my temper. The pain I inflicted upon her years ago is enough to

adopting a more gentle and respectful tone. She came in, looking surprised and a

or me, sir?"

ot sweet enough, and it's cold. Please make another one for me, a

room, I appreciated her sexy and well-endowed body; she has so

doesn't make me feel this way," I muttered

e and satisfy my needs. We have been together for more than a year. We meet up at a hotel, have sex, and I pay her handsomely with no strings

es later with the coffee

she said with a smile, lookin

sat up. I took the cup and sipped; it ta

pressionless face, as

ir?" she ask

d and smiled. I

," she said, vi

lief wash over her face. She must have been w

let me get b

your name

Summers," she

ouldn't have passed my aggression on to you, I would like you to be here early and perform your

ed, and seemed to lose