CHAPTER VII. If You Can

Nathaniel O'Donel.

I was more than ecstatic.

In that one word I could sum up this moment, it was all so incredible..., I feel like when I was just in college, where I spent more time in girls' beds than my own.

Seeing her next to me, on the bed... on her back, with my sheets more under her breasts, which made me want to taste them again, she looked so tired, but still with rosy cheeks made me feel special, and who wouldn't? Maeve was a really beautiful girl, intelligent, for which I'm surprised she didn't have a boyfriend, I doubt very much that someone wouldn't have wanted to be something with her.

But I refused to feel something for her, for the reason that, this was a kind of "fake relationship". I couldn't get used to her presence, she was too young, and she deserved a real love story, because she deserved that and much more... Everything, in this case, was for money, although it didn't hurt me even a little bit of my money.

When you grow up with money under your elbow, it makes y