THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISTRESS
ouple of days, find some time to have a meal and chat with
ate. I'm not in a hurry. I'm still young; there's
rt dating early. If you go now, you get to do the choosing.
ave a good figure, decent education, and a respectable job.
eone and get married right away, can you? You start dating at twenty-two, it takes a year or two, and by the time you're married, you're already
yet. It's not easy to find a good match. We might have to lower our expectations a bit. The ma
t I been living with you and Dad just fine? And it's not like my standards are too high. I graduated from high sc
Having a high school diploma is co
it meant paying fines. He openly showed his preference for sons, even thou
much money in recent years, yet he thinks he's amazing and had the au
me like I was rotten cabbage, as if I should be grateful to be in her son's presence. He
e hoped that after we got married, I'd help support his brother's education and eve
nd had rosy cheeks, even raised his pinky finger while talking. I
ords, and here I was, listing off a barrage
a date? The matchmaker has already li
a good income. Otherwise, he's not a match for me. Of course, even if he
looking young man, quite tall, over six feet. He comes from a well-off famil
. That didn't sound
ld he need to go on a blind date? He s
e's something
n thoughts, feeling
date, after all. If it didn't work out, I could always d
hree days later, at a
. Jeans were trendy at the time, so I chose a simple blouse and t
mily was starting to worry that I might not find anyon
king exams and was currently employed at the local post office, writing letters. In this era, it w
"The matchmaker said he'll be wearing black today. There aren't
ot it. I'm h
de my way to t
our area, but usually, there we
ne had a young couple, another looked like a mot
He looked a bit frail, about 175 c
ing there, he exuded a commanding, soldier-like presence. His sharp fa
n in grey seemed much more in line w
e last minute and swapped his black clothes for g
him and, to be safe, asked, "Hell