The champagne flowing through glasses, stacks up in a large pyramid. The waiters whisking around with plates of fish and cakes all designed to flaunt the wealth in the room.

The rich laughter and chuckles from businessmen and women and actors and actresses, rich athletes and aristocrats. This was an event for the papers.

That’s why Turner was there.

Turner Briggs, CEO of Briggs Inc. which made computer chips and medical equipment. A billionaire in his own right, having built it from the ground up, two time recipient of People Magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive” award, and owner of one of the largest car collections in the world. It was ridiculous the amount of wealth he had, even donating lots secretly to charity which he would rather die than admit to.

Yet, with all that wealth, he despised rich people. Hated them with every bone in his body.

Rich women would bat eyelashes and flirt helplessly just to get a taste of what made Turner Briggs hopelessly attractive. Rich men would bargain and try and leech off of his money for investments he never agreed to. It was exhausting.

His assistant made him attend the Summer Holsina Gala, leading him to the bar to get something strong.

He stood around for a while putting up a front as he talked to different businessmen, ignoring the teasing words and offers from ladies. That’s when he saw you.

A journalist, dressed in a tight blue silk dress designed to kill. Christ he could have heart attack. He stared at you for a while, his eyes practically dilating right then and there. You were simply talking to people, gathering information as you wrote on a pad of paper.

It was amazing what someone simply so gorgeous without any real wealth could achieve. You had him hooked already.

He ran into you later that night, bumping into you on accident. “My apologies,” he said calmly, his voice low and smooth.

You shot him a slow smile, “ah, I recognize you. The glasses, the sharp jawline and perfect teeth. Turner Briggs, is that right?” You said casually.

He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile reaching his lips. “Hm, you know who I am? Although I’m not so surprised. A lady as pretty as you must come to these things a lot.” He said shamelessly.

He took two glasses of champagne and held one out to you. He needed to get to know you more, maybe even the parts that he wanted to run his hands all over.