One Night Stand?

"So," Roy started.

He's rich, but I still stand by what I said earlier. He has many women filtering in and out, probably multiple at once. He was attractive, though. His sun-kissed skin accentuated the silver streaks throughout his black hair. It was long and brushed back out of his face but not long enough to put in a ponytail. His rich man's cologne oozed money, and his diamond-studded Rolex added to the luxury. He knew he was attractive and used it to his advantage often. He knew he barely had to try. His appearance showed it all—an absolute bachelor.

"Tanya," he continued while sipping his drink, "How do you know the Baldwins?"

"Just a friend, newly acquainted," I embellished, "How do you?"

"I'm their business partner. We met in our early twenties. The three of us were a wild trio back then. Callista had so much spunk to her, and Dimitri had his drive; I had my creativity. We were unstoppable," he started. He glanced down at his drink, reminiscing and sad simultaneously.

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