My life is like the cupboard of abundance. It is always replete with beautiful women. They come and go but I’m never in want. When one goes, another one quickly takes her place. How long each relationship lasts depends on the woman. My previous one lasted for less than a week. She was a stunning American fashion model but unfortunately, she talked and laughed too loudly. After I terminated our relationship, I swore I would never get involved with another American woman.
I have already set my sights on my next conquest. She is one of many exquisite women attending my annual charity gala ball.
I watch her as she stands there in a regal gown of gold and green and white, her hands held demurely in front of her. She turns her head and sees me. Across the room, we hold each other captive with our eyes. Then, she walks slowly towards me.
I read recently that it is the lioness who approaches the male of her choosing and not the other way around. This is new for me. I have never had a woman approach me.
She’s standing in front of me now. This close, she’s breathtaking. “Hello,” she says in what sounds like a French accent.
“Hello. Are you here alone?” I want to make sure.
“Yes. You are even more handsome in person.”
I smile. “Thank you. What is your name?”
I offer her my arm. “Come, Noémie, let me take you on a personal tour of the palace.”
The tour ends in my private quarters and ultimately in my bed.
My affair with Noémie will continue until I tire of her. I know this makes me sound like a bit of a cad but, being rich gives me the illusion that I can do whatever I please with no consideration of how it will affect others. I have been doing it for most of my life. Why stop now? I don’t fancy myself falling in love and spending the rest of my life with one woman when I can remain single and have the pleasure of meeting and sampling many women. Life is too short to waste on one woman.