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A long-awaited vacation at an expensive resort you’d spent all year saving up for.
The place was crawling with married men and sugar daddies showing off their pretty young girlfriends. You settled into a table on the restaurant terrace and let out a sigh. Three cocktails down, and not a single interesting man in sight.
Then you heard footsteps on the balcony above you. You looked up.
Michael. Fucking. West.
One of the top five most eligible bachelors. A man on the Forbes list, standing right above you.
You caught his eye. He gave you a faint smile and raised his glass.
There he was.
But just as quickly, he looked away and disappeared back inside.
What an arrogant asshole.
You frowned, staring at the now-empty balcony.
Like hell you were going to let Michael West ignore you.