Page 59 of The Billionaire

Maybe tell him.

“Okay…not everything is a fairytale fantasy. I learned that from an early age. Real life exists outside of this. This just doesn’t feel real. I’m sorry I’m having a really hard time with this all.”

His eyes sparkled against the sky blue and all around all I could see was tranquil blue waters. He just stared at me with a serene look across his face.

“Am I fucking things up by talking too much? Men say that about women, you know.” I laughed as I played with the water nervously. “But you asked.…” I smiled sweetly and swallowed down the rising fear and panic of hoping I didn’t ruin everything.

He shook his head with a firm no. “But that’s where you’re wrong, you see. Everything has an exception to the so-called rule. Why do I get the feeling that you have the philosophy that maybe in life you have to work hard for things for them to be enjoyed?”

I shook my head, shrugged my shoulders and blinked back a few tears. That was precisely the way I felt.

I opened my jaw to speak but couldn’t.

“Oh Kenzy.” He kissed my nose and I closed my eyes and cuddled up to him more enjoying his naked body against mine.

“You’re like a scared little kitten sometimes yet so brave.”

I nodded my head.

“It’s just what happens after this huh? You have your fun. You have your thrill. I have these incredible moments with you and then I’m left with the memories for the rest of my life. Everything comes at a price.”

It was quiet between us and I was worried I said something to hurt him.

He placed me down and my toes were squishy in the sand. He cupped my face.

“Look at me. I’m here right now with you. Don’t worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow will take care of itself.”

He was telling that to the wrong person. I didn’t want to ruin this. I’d have to work out these issues on my own. Privately. My analytical mind was a curse sometimes. And then on the next breath I blurted out, “I’m not one of those women whose eyes light up at money. I….” want to tell you I already am love-locked and forever screwed up if something goes haywire between us. I’m scared because I don’t know how to just relax and enjoy this all.

“I know. I know all about you. That’s why I bid for you that night.”

“You did?”

“Without divulging too much of the club’s information because who knows, maybe you are a spy.” He winked.

“I’m not!” My voice was winey and I smiled back.

“But everyone is written up. I knew all about your conservative southern Baptist background. I knew your SAT scores as well as your BMI, if you’ve ever had braces, what type of birth control you’re on, which I have packed for you by the way, what your aspirations are. If you’re a gold digger. This is all highly looked into before a woman is chosen to be bid for like you were.”

My heart beat a hundred miles an hour.

“I even did some further research and read a few of your blog posts and saw your heart about wanting to help people in 3rd world countries. Which is why you want to be a surgeon, I read.”

“That’s correct.”

“But my question to you is, what if you didn’t have to be a surgeon to help those in need.”

“I don’t see how I could.” I furrowed my brows and shook my head.

“What if you had the means to help them in other ways. With money.”

I shook my head. “Well, I don’t have that kind of money.”

“You could.”

I lay my hands lightly on top of the water and closed my eyes not wanting to spout out my frustration. I didn’t want to screw everything up. Men like him didn’t exist!

“I have issues with making sure things work out just as I planned.” I blurted out.

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