that he was turning thirty-one the following year. And now that he was crossing over to the wrong side of thirty, he knew that Denis was going to be laced with lots of responsibilities and getting to settle down was going to be a prime move that he had to do. He had seen fellow billionaires screw up their lives, and now they were languishing in a dreadful place in life just because they went too far with being bad boys.
And just as he was cleaning the gym after a long day of helping the elderly get in shape, someone paid him a visit.
“Hey, didn’t you read the sign? We are closed woman. Go back from whence you came!” he smiled right before dropping the broom and hugging his longtime friend.
“I know you want me gone. But I am sure after hearing what I have to tell you, you will be begging me to stay.” Said Florence with a smile on her face.
“I see you are still sly as you have always been. So tell me, what you have in mind. And I do hope it's something very constructive or else I will have to kick you out.”
“Jesus! Can you stop with the threats and offer a girl something to drink? Jesus Christ man! Ha-ha.”
Denis and Florence had a very long history. It all began when Florence had an idea of starting a television show, and Denis was about to fund it when Nine-eleven happened. After losing his father to the terrorist attack, as they decided to call it because it wasn’t, Denis was so appalled to the point that he decided to join the army, dropping everything else including the project that they had with Florence.
Florence was such an incredible opportunist. And so the moment when Denis left, she quickly jumped in bed with another billionaire who offered to sponsor the show. Denis only got to see her show from the war and was glad that Florence had made it to TV. But Florence wasn’t happy, and so she refused to see him when he got back from the war.
She even didn’t want to pick his calls since she said that he sold her out, which wasn’t the case. And the next time that they got to see each other was at that moment.
“So, what brings you here woman. Oh, and first of all, you look good.”
“Thank you. And please, don’t flirt with me. I came here to give you a girl since it seems like you need a woman to help you take care of this dump.”
“Dump? Come on! Look at how the gym is, state of the art is the word that came to your mind when you stepped through those doors. Don’t hate, appreciate!!!”
They laughed and clinked their glasses in a toast and sipped on the vodka that Denis was already sipping on. And without further ado, Florence continued selling her manifesto without waiting for any more. Denis smiled as it reminded him just how they all started with their venture.
“I know this girl, trust me, she is your type. And if you just get to know more about her, then you will be one helluva happy guy. Just take your time and get to meet her. And if you happen not to like her that much, then it's all good. I will be the first person to apologize and take it all back. I know what you want. So what do you say?”
“Ok Florence, now that you know my life much more than I do, what do you propose? Where do you think I can find this incredibly amazing woman that would complete me and make sure that I am not a player anymore?”
“And here I was thinking that you were never going to ask that question. Well, she is out there in the car waiting for you.”
-Love at first sight-
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