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town.”
     
                  Before I could say anything, James punched Greg straight across the face knocking him to the ground. I kneeled down on the ground next to Greg and looked up at James.
     
                  “Is this true?” I said with tears in my eyes.
     
                  “Technically, yes. I didn’t want to tell you that I was a billionaire because my entire life beautiful women like you have only wanted me for my money. I don’t foreclose homes anymore; I work in developing projects abroad. Foreclosing homes to make room for sky rises was my dads business not mine. I may have inherited it, but I do not run the same way that he did.” He replied.
     
                  I was completely overwhelmed. I had never expected this from someone like James. Even if he didn’t do that anymore, it was still in his blood. Maybe Greg was right maybe I shouldn’t have trusted him.
     
                  I began to run as fast as I could. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as they streamed down my cheeks.  I could hear James yelling for me to come back but I couldn’t take it. I ran and I ran. I had to revaluate my relationship with James.
     
     
     
    The End.
     
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    It was a cliché to say their eyes locked across the crowded club, and everyone else disappeared. Sondra’s lips quirked, happy she had gotten a bachelor’s degree in business administration instead of creative writing. The fleeting thought fled her mind as he moved closer.
    Stalking her. The thought gave her a pleasant little thrill. She watched the dark-haired white guy heading toward her with single-minded determination. His lean body moved through the crowd like a big cat on the savanna. She was his prey, and when he caught her, he would eat her up.
    Licking her lips, she straightened the hem of her red dress and smoothed her hands down over her curvy hips before striding forward to meet him.
    “Can I buy you a drink?” they asked each other simultaneously.
    She smiled and nodded, walking close to him without touching as they made their way to the bar. It was strange to be so attracted to someone so abruptly, when she was normally cautious and analytical. It couldn’t be the two glasses of champagne she’d had with her girlfriends upon their arrival, since that had barely given her a buzz. It had to be the man himself.
    Discreetly, she inhaled his scent as she was forced to press close against him to avoid colliding with a dancing couple. He smelled like sandalwood and something unidentifiable but crisply masculine. As he placed orders for their drinks—screwdriver for her and scotch on the rocks for himself—she studied him.
    His hair was short and businesslike, but the light dusting of stubble ruined the corporate look. His tight jeans and black T-shirt were deceptively casual, but could have been designer. That was the odd thing about expensive clothes. If done properly, they often looked bargain basement. It still confused her even after her friend Maevyn had tried to explain it to her.
    When he stretched across the teak bar to grab their drinks, she got a quick glance at his butt. Molded by tight denim, it was obviously taut and muscular. The kind of ass a girl’s fingers could dig into and hold on for the