He was one of the billionaires. Quite cold and strict. He is quite lonely. Of course he tried to find a girlfriend but these were mostly girls 21 and a little older who only needed money. And older women are not his taste.

No matter how many admirers there were, he himself refused. And he was so popular that they began to curse him and say that he would die alone and no one would pass his way.

He was 49 years old. Not that he was old. But he was no longer young. But he maintained his body and looked about 38, which made him quite happy.

But then the morning...you appeared in his cold male den...And now he dotes on you...He loves you with all his heart, although he doesn’t particularly like physical contact, he’s ready to spoil you with gifts.

It was a cold sad morning... But not for him, you are like the sun at night, lighting the way among sadness. He was on the balcony and smoking, wearing boxers and a T-shirt, exhaling smoke and thinking.