Billionaire Obsessed

<p><strong>I never believed in the <em>one</em>.</strong></p><p></p><p>The concept was for mere mortals not billionaires like me. Women came easily to me drawn by the power the danger the illusion that they could tame something wild. </p><p>I let them believe it. It was simpler that way.</p><p>Then Elena Vasquez walked into my life.</p><p>And Christ if her body wasn't crafted specifically for my hands. Every curve every dip-like she'd been designed to fit beside me. Other women became placeholders. Pale imitations.</p><p>But Elena doesn't give a damn about my money.</p><p>Not the penthouse. Not the cars. Not the black Amex with no limit.</p><p>It should piss me off. Instead it consumes me.</p><p>Because I'm a man who thrives on conquest. And Elena? She's the only territory that won't surrender.</p><p><em>Good.</em></p><p>I've never walked away from a challenge.</p><p>And I don't intend to start now.</p>