Bidding for Her Curves

​MASON
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Another charity dinner? An auction? I think I’m gonna heave.

“This is the last one,” I tell my personal assistant. After thousands of these things, a lifetime spent building an empire, and traveling the world, I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.

Who I’m looking for.

What I really want.

I need someone to share all this with.

Not just anyone. The one.

I’ve searched, I’ve waited. If it doesn’t happen tonight, which I highly doubt it will, I’m finished.

Done.

One more stupid dinner. Then maybe I’ll just buy a mountain, go live in a cave.