Romans & histoires Filthy Rich Age

I don't know if I should be proud of dying, but funny enough I just can't help it. Today marks me being twenty-one years old, and I can't even say I'm proud of that. My parents care a lot for me and have promised to surprise me. Hahaha! I guess their surprise would no longer be a surprise. Staring at my fat beautiful figure. I couldn't help but smile sincerely. Yeah! I'm fat and chubby. Not too fat, or perhaps it's better if others just say that I'm fat and short. I'm the only child of my rich successful parents who own the biggest company in country L.

I can't help but stare at the boys while they jubilate. These are the billionaires of Alessio. These two are pals and the sons of a billionaire. They are pals and sons of a billionaire. They are not only wealthy, but also handsome. They dubbed themselves "Alessio billionaires." According to what I've heard, they were originally three. I've heard that the third is now out of the country. The third guy's name is Ethan. One of the reasons I enjoy coming here is that I always have something to feast my eyes on. I do not even have a television at home.

To be honest I never regretted that night I gave myself to him. But I live it that way. I don't know him personally but numerous times I can see his face in the business magazine or the news. At the age of 30, he is one of the richest bachelors in America. His family owns a lot of businesses and he’s also well-known and respected in the business world. Clyde Harlington. I murmured his name in the air. My strand of thought was cut off when I heard my phone ringing. I opened my bag and answered the call.

Natalie raises an eyebrow, and I continue, "I guess I've been avoiding it. Ignorance is bliss, right?" Natalie chuckles, "Maybe. But maybe it's time to face reality and find a way to make this situation more bearable for yourself. Also, I happened to g****e him already." My eyes widen with surprise. "You did? What did you find?" Natalie smirks, "Well, he's not exactly a stranger to wealth, that's for sure. Seems to be some big-shot businessman in his own right. And, oh, he's not as ancient as we feared. Probably in his early thirties."

’ Kourtney was pretty sure her estranged sister could have easily pinpointed Sebastian on the spot of their accident. Soon enough, Kourtney began to recall all the stuff she'd heard about Sebastian from various magazines, tabloids, and gossip news. They said he became a billionaire at twenty-two, after taking over and reviving his family business, and he was currently 29 years old. She remembered reading countless magazine issues about him, including recently on ‘Forbes’ where he made the list of “Richest Worldwide Billionaires Under The Age Of 30.”

He laughed, a deep sound that vibrated through me, and slowed his pace so our arms brushed. The age gap hit me then, his mature confidence rolling off him like a heavy wave compared to the younger guys I usually dealt with. He looked at me with those sharp eyes, like he could see right through my professional front to the way my nipples had tightened under my blouse. “Cute speech from a twenty four year old idealist. You still think dick and optimism solve everything. I’m forty eight and I know better. I want a woman who can take me slamming into her from behind without turning it into a therapy session afterward. No tears, no drama, just sweat and cum and then we both move on.”

he explained, and my heart burned. So we rich kids have so many more problems than the underprivileged. At my age I was only going to college because I wanted to be normal, but I already had a trust fund of about three hundred million set up for me when I turned twenty-one. My checking accounts had a total of about ten million.

Her other hand slid up to her tits—fingertips gripping the edge of the gown, pinching one nipple between two fingers until she moaned. Her body rocked against the mattress. Her hips lifted. Her breath came fast. “He came inside me,” she whispered. “He fucked me on the table. Said I was his. Said I was his Mommy. His MILF.” Her pussy gushed. Literally gushed—a soft stream of slick wetting her palm. She cried out. Back arched. Orgasm ripped through her again—not a dream, not imagined, not gentle. Wet. Loud. Shameful. Real.

I asked, just remembering that little bit of conversation. “Oh, I did a little Googling,” Julia said in a sing-song voice. “And what does that mean?” I asked irritably, needing some serious coffee and water. “It means he is a billionaire,” Julia said. “Not only is he sexy and kind and obviously very generous, but he is wealthy to boot. He was making money hand over fist while he was in the Army. When he retired, he made a few very smart investments and ended up breaking into the billionaire status at the age of thirty. Basically, he has more money than, well, than everyone we know.”

Annabella said "Gosh,He's the richest billionaire in the world right now,do you even know how much he worth? Ladies are dying to have him,but sadly I heard he's not into girls" Cindy muttered "Wow,he look so young,like he's twenty two" Annabella said "Should I shock you more?? He has kids" Cindy smirked and Annabella's eyes widened "Wow" she muttered,taking another glance at Gregor who was still getting interviewed "Gosh I can't wait for tomorrow" Cindy said