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Authors: Lea Michaels
Tags: Romance, Billionaire
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Chapter 1
“Yes…no, I did have a nice time,” Madison smiled trying to shake the awkwardness out of her voice. She looked in Dave’s direction but purposefully missed making eye contact. Dave was a lawyer with a kind face and an additional hundred pounds and ten years than he’d posted in his profile photos. He’d also posted that he was a runner, loved hiking, played competitive tennis—and when she’d mentioned it in an email, he said he was dying to walk Santiago de Compostela too.
As soon as she’d walked into their meeting spot she knew there had been some wishful fabrication somewhere.
“So, I’ll see you again?” Dave asked. Madison cringed at the thought of answering his question. She could be honest and embarrass him or she could put him off and give him hope.
“I don’t want to lie to you,” she took a preparatory breath. “I did have a nice time talking with you. You are obviously very successful and you seem very nice—but I don’t think it’s quite the right fit.” She was using all of her communication skills to make this exchange as nice as possible.
“Oh…” He stared at Madison as if she was about to kiss him goodbye. He’d spent most of the time talking about his new six-bedroom house, the Lotus he’d just purchased, and the type of comfortable future he was expecting to have. If he’d thought that meant so much to women why hadn’t he put that on his profile instead of obvious make believe.
“Oh, right…” he finally said, understanding. “I appreciate your honesty,” he was going to turn away, but then he turned back. “Can I just ask…why?”
“Well,” how to put this nicely. “You’re not really my type. In the pictures you posted you looked a lot different.” His face was turning the color of his hair. “It’s just that—all the things we talked about online and in your profile really seemed to line up with me, but it doesn’t seem like that stuff is a priority to you right now.” She felt like she was sliding downhill. “Which is fine, having a successful career and being financially comfortable are incredibly admirable things, I just don’t value them as much as some other women might.” He stood staring at her and Madison began to wish she’d gone the path of least resistance.
“Well to be fair, you don’t look exactly like your photo either,” he said sharply.
“How so?” Madison asked. She was genuinely perplexed. As far as she was concerned, she’d tried to represent herself as honest as she possibly could. She’d done what all of the articles online had suggested. She’d used a current photo and she’d tried her best to post pictures of her doing things she absolutely loved.
“Well for starters, from the pictures I assumed your hair was naturally blonde. Seeing you now, it’s obvious that that isn’t the case. And…the tan is a little over done if I were being completely honest.”
Madison stared at her date with a completely dumbstruck look. Her hair, which hung past her shoulders, was naturally blonde and the tan he spoke of was perfect in her opinion.
He continued, “I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re a beautiful girl. Your eyes are captivating and you’re incredibly fit, but you don’t look exactly like your pictures either.”
As if things couldn’t get more awkward, there they both stood, with blank looks on their faces.
Finally, Dave seemed to understand that she wasn’t going to say anymore. She wondered if she’d brought this all upon herself by being too harsh initially. But, even if what he said had been true in the past, even if he did run and loved the outdoors, and would have walked 500 miles from France to Spain, he certainly wasn’t that person now.
Madison sighed. She walked in the direction of her battered red Jetta while Dave was somewhere getting into his six-figure car. She patted the dash with her hand. This car had been good to her. Her California plates hadn’t been exchanged even though
“Yes…no, I did have a nice time,” Madison smiled trying to shake the awkwardness out of her voice. She looked in Dave’s direction but purposefully missed making eye contact. Dave was a lawyer with a kind face and an additional hundred pounds and ten years than he’d posted in his profile photos. He’d also posted that he was a runner, loved hiking, played competitive tennis—and when she’d mentioned it in an email, he said he was dying to walk Santiago de Compostela too.
As soon as she’d walked into their meeting spot she knew there had been some wishful fabrication somewhere.
“So, I’ll see you again?” Dave asked. Madison cringed at the thought of answering his question. She could be honest and embarrass him or she could put him off and give him hope.
“I don’t want to lie to you,” she took a preparatory breath. “I did have a nice time talking with you. You are obviously very successful and you seem very nice—but I don’t think it’s quite the right fit.” She was using all of her communication skills to make this exchange as nice as possible.
“Oh…” He stared at Madison as if she was about to kiss him goodbye. He’d spent most of the time talking about his new six-bedroom house, the Lotus he’d just purchased, and the type of comfortable future he was expecting to have. If he’d thought that meant so much to women why hadn’t he put that on his profile instead of obvious make believe.
“Oh, right…” he finally said, understanding. “I appreciate your honesty,” he was going to turn away, but then he turned back. “Can I just ask…why?”
“Well,” how to put this nicely. “You’re not really my type. In the pictures you posted you looked a lot different.” His face was turning the color of his hair. “It’s just that—all the things we talked about online and in your profile really seemed to line up with me, but it doesn’t seem like that stuff is a priority to you right now.” She felt like she was sliding downhill. “Which is fine, having a successful career and being financially comfortable are incredibly admirable things, I just don’t value them as much as some other women might.” He stood staring at her and Madison began to wish she’d gone the path of least resistance.
“Well to be fair, you don’t look exactly like your photo either,” he said sharply.
“How so?” Madison asked. She was genuinely perplexed. As far as she was concerned, she’d tried to represent herself as honest as she possibly could. She’d done what all of the articles online had suggested. She’d used a current photo and she’d tried her best to post pictures of her doing things she absolutely loved.
“Well for starters, from the pictures I assumed your hair was naturally blonde. Seeing you now, it’s obvious that that isn’t the case. And…the tan is a little over done if I were being completely honest.”
Madison stared at her date with a completely dumbstruck look. Her hair, which hung past her shoulders, was naturally blonde and the tan he spoke of was perfect in her opinion.
He continued, “I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re a beautiful girl. Your eyes are captivating and you’re incredibly fit, but you don’t look exactly like your pictures either.”
As if things couldn’t get more awkward, there they both stood, with blank looks on their faces.
Finally, Dave seemed to understand that she wasn’t going to say anymore. She wondered if she’d brought this all upon herself by being too harsh initially. But, even if what he said had been true in the past, even if he did run and loved the outdoors, and would have walked 500 miles from France to Spain, he certainly wasn’t that person now.
Madison sighed. She walked in the direction of her battered red Jetta while Dave was somewhere getting into his six-figure car. She patted the dash with her hand. This car had been good to her. Her California plates hadn’t been exchanged even though
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