Lunch.

He was in my bed.

I don't know how this happened.

He pulled me on top of him as if I weighed nothing. Even if I had thought to resist, it would have been futile. Apparently he'd been spending time in the gym. I didn't remember him being this strong.

Somehow, most of my clothes had disappeared and I wasn't sure exactly how.
Apparently my brain was unable to process the events which were rapidly unfolding.

I felt strange, unable to decide whether or not I wanted to be in this moment with him. The only certainty was that he wasn't going to get whatever it was he stepped on the plane to get. In this instant, the colloquialism stood true. There are some things money can't buy.

But you see, for the sake of hedonism I would have done it, would have removed that last barrier of clothing, had I not known he would have been angry at me for it twenty minutes later.

Otherwise, the only other barrier was that nagging thought of her, his girlfriend, that sat unobtrusively but certainly there in a corner of my mind. Maybe it wasn't necessarily any regard for her feelings that stopped me, what was really holding me back was my refusal to be the other woman.

The we ate lunch and I drove him to the airport. Now the billionaire's gone.