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In her fantasies, she and her billionaire Mr. Right travel the world, exploring different cultures (and each other!). These daydreams are the inspiration for her sizzling stories, so what are you waiting for? Give one of them a try, and let her know what you think.
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There is one thing I’m serious about, one thing I’ve always been serious about. It’s Renata Young. It’s keeping her close to me each and every day of her life. It’s growing old alongside her and having at least three kids running around that big house. It’s sharing my career with her and listening to her advice, because I know she’ll have plenty.
It’s every man’s dream—or at least it should be—when he meets a woman who’s smarter and savvier and more ruthless than he’ll ever be. And beautiful. My God, so beautiful. She’s got the full, red lips of an angel—and the body of a sinner. Somehow she always manages to look professional, even when she’s wearing jeans and flip flops. That’s most everyone’s uniform in California, all year round. But she pulls it off with a swagger that I find unbelievable. It’s like she’s not even human with how good she looks in a simple t-shirt and jeans.
And I can’t wait until I have enough money to spoil her, to buy her whatever she wants and dress her in all the finer things. Not that I know anything about that stuff, but I know her clothes are mostly from Walmart—because mine are too. What other options do two people from Tick Bite, North Carolina have?
I guess Wingate is letting it stand, shrugging off the possibility that I’ll ever make it with Renata Young. She’s been our best friend for years, but she’s never wanted to mess with a football player. I caught her in a moment of weakness, though, and I intend to take advantage. I’ll pull out all the charm, make sure she knows how I feel, now and forever. And I’ll always be there, no matter what.
The clock chimes one, and I know both of us need to be getting to class. After that, I’m back to my dorm, getting ready for the date I’ve been wanting for years. Tonight is the night that I start the rest of my life with Renata, and I don’t intend to ever let go.
I just have to get through this night—and hell, through the next three years and some—without messing anything up.
Then, on our last night of school, we’ll be engaged.
And God willing, I’ll prove to her each and every day of our lives that I was the right choice, that getting away from our trifling parents and their farm was the right thing to do, and that spending our lives together as we take off in our careers was the very thing both of us needed most.
I walk to class with a saunter—because I know this is the first day of the rest of my life.