Contract Marriage With The Billionaire

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a damn about girls and their troubles. In high school, I was the one always consoling those whose hearts had been broken by their girlfriends. But I never knew what it felt to give one's heart to a girl. The thrill was excluded from me. So how would they break a heart I had never given out? The pain had also been excluded from me as well. It was a cause of worry among my male friends especially when I got to the university. I was gorgeous, with my caramel toned skin and striking eyes and had the eyes of many ladies following me. To my friends, it was a crime to not follow the ladies back. They wondered how the hell would a red blooded man not seek the warmth of a female. They thought it strange. As my father had before he died. I remember a particular memory of when I was in my sophomore year in university. Cherrie, the blond stunner who had won the beauty pageant prize for that year walked to me in a party and in front of others kissed me fully on the lips and then whispered with a sensual smile on her lips "I have been dying to be your girlfriend." As the guests in the party rowled with excitement and began shouting "Yes. Yes. Yes " with their hands raised up, I smiled at her, toyed with a blond lock of her hair with one finger then said with the same low volume she had used for me. "Then live." At first, she had been confused as to what I was meaning with those two words but as she saw the way my eyes were cold as I looked at her, she got it. Her blue eyes had filled with rage because I had done the unimaginable- I had told the girl no boy would say nothing but yes to the very thing strange in her world- no. The boys had been confused when Cherrie s