I've never had to think about money. It's always been there.
To put it plainly, I'm used to getting what I want. That includes women. So when I meet one who thinks she can't be bought, it blows my mind.
She's clever, beautiful, and clearly not looking for a white knight.
All she wants from me is a single, wild night of passion in Paris.
It's incredible. How can she expect me to walk away from her after that?
She doesn't know it yet...
But she is mine.