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