Benedict Edward Saintclare.
The man who has everything. Son of the world famous Hugo Saintclare. He's the wealthiest businessman England has ever had and the hottest entrepreneur. He's a man with too much money and too many women that is vying for his attention. He's one of Forbe's most eligible bachelors.
Mysterious. Secretive. Privileged with his insane wealth. Famous.. Wickedly hard to resist. But despite these, he's ruthless, tyrant, cold and heartless.
Then there's Thea Thibault, an intern from Lure Magazine with a dark past that she's been trying to forget but still keeps on hunting her. She needs to interview the elusive manwhore.
She knows he just fucks around with any women he wants and she needs to stay away but she knows she can't. She's intimidated but she denies it/ She's attracted but she doesn't want to feel anything.
What happens when Benedict wants to break down her walls?
Will she let him in when she knows she's bounded by her hideous past?
He placed the money on top of the table right in front of her. Her eyes were quick enough to land at the bills.
"That's $3,000." He says.
He kept staring at her eagerly while his hands holding onto each other.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Well... You can call me anything you want to, babe." She flirts, trying to hide her real identity.
She smiles at him as the music blares loudly through the walls of the club.
"Why are you doing this?" He asks.
She grins at him while she twirls her glass of champagne in little circles.
"Why not?" She asks back.
She slightly pulled her head up to him and just smirked at the man who was wearing a charcoaled black suit and tie with a white dress shirt under it. He sits right across her with his leg over the other as he tries to study this kind of woman that he hasn't met before.
"You don't have to do this you know? You don't have to be this.... kind of woman that you're not." He adds.
"You don't know me." She says.
"But you don't have to be like this. You're young. You're suppose to be in a university." He debates.
"Well you're the one who isn't suppose to be here as well." She smirks.
"You fascinate me. But I have a huge feeling you're forced."
She snorts. "It's who I am." She answers.
"This isn't you." He snaps back.
"I have reasons. I have no choice." She answers softly.
He sighs inwardly. "Everybody has choices to make."
"Well mine's this." She's wittily answers.
He takes a long pause as he drink his glass of champagne while his eyes were still glued at her. He knows that there's something more about this woman that was before him. She intrigues him. They went quiet for a long while as she kept her eyes on the pile of money in front of her. She knows she needs it.
"What's your name?" He asks her again.
"I already told you. Anything you wanna call me." She answers the same thing.
He pulled out another cash and placed it on top of the other bills. "Another $3,000 just tell your name."
She smirks. "You play with money."
"Not this often." He answers, resting his back as he held his lower lip.
"How about cheri?" He asks.
"Like a fruit?" She asks back.