Barbie.
It was over in an instant. The ecstasy and reverie had come to an end...
When I awoke the next morning, Mr. Hot Rich Guy was nowhere to be found.
I was alone on my bed, next to the table was a rose flower, and underneath it was an envelope-sized piece of paper. I yawned and sat up. The sun was shining through the window like an enchanted ball of orange bliss.
I picked the rose and sniffed it; the paper was a two million and six hundred thousand dollar check.
He went on to add a bonus to the total! I immediately got out of bed and brushed my teeth with a new toothbrush I chose from the cabinet. I showered as I reflected on the sins we committed in this bathroom. It was a lovely evening. He even went out and bought breakfast for me. Why can't men be this way? He's caring. The re
