Not All Rich Men Are...(Completed)
I am a rich asshole magnet.
That's all I've dated for the past ten years. It started when I was fifteen. They all end the same way, I catch them cheating for the umpteenth time, they call my job a little hobby and tell me that I won't be able to keep up my lifestyle without them. They don't realize that I make six figures and I'm a millionaire in my own right and I have everything material that money can buy. The thing is, I don't want materials, I want love. I want a man who will treat my heart with the love and respect it deserves. I want a regular man, not a rich asshole.
I've loved her since the first day I saw her. She never noticed me in the background all of those years. I will give her everything she wants. I'll be that normal guy, I'll be anything she wants me to be. But the real problem is....I am that rich asshole.
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