Chapter 1

As I strutted off my private jet at the airport, the cool New York breeze hit my face like a welcome slap in the face. I took a deep breath and looked around. Hmph, it's been a hot minute since I've been in this concrete jungle.

I could feel the chill in the air. It was a stark contrast to the warm, sunny weather in Los Angeles. 

I grabbed my luggage and sauntered towards the exit, my boots clicking on the floor like a boss lady. The scent of coffee and fresh croissants tickled my nose, and I couldn't resist the temptation. 

I walked over to the nearest coffee shop and ordered a double shot of espresso and a chocolate croissant. Yum, it tasted like heaven.

As I continued my walk towards the exit, I couldn't help but smile at the memories flooding my mind. I remember the last time I was in New York, I was young and wild, modeling and partying with my friends. Ah, those were the days.

But now, I'm all grown up, running my own fashion line with Ignacio's money and taking the world by storm. I'm not just a pretty face, I'm a businesswoman, and I'm here to make things happen.

But this time, things were different, there was something no one knew. Something I had been keeping secret for months. I was broke. Completely and utterly broke. I couldn't sustain my extravagant lifestyle any longer.

Ignacio's business suddenly drifted apart and he couldn't sponsor my lavish lifestyle anymore.

My plan was simple: find a new sucker to sponsor my extravagant lifestyle. I had been living like a queen for so long, I couldn't go back to living like a pauper. No way, no how. I needed a new catch, and I needed one fast.

I had swiped right on Cullen's profile two months ago on tinder. I was Intrigued by his rugged good looks and impressive wealth. My heart raced as I matched with him, and I quickly did my research. 

It didn't take me long to find out that he was a divorcee, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that he was a billionaire with no heir. Now that was a catch worth catching.

I sauntered through the airport, feeling like a queen on the prowl. I knew that Cullen would be waiting for me soon, and I couldn't wait to meet him. It was always exciting to see how the men I ensnared would react to my beauty and my charm.

As I walked, I noticed the heads of several men turning to look at me. I smiled to myself - it was no surprise. I had always been a head-turner, and I knew how to work it. I was wearing my tightest jeans, my highest heels, and my most revealing top. Every inch of me was screaming sex appeal.

But I wasn't interested in any of these men. They were just flies buzzing around a honey pot. I had my sights set on Cullen - the biggest, richest fish in this sea of suitors.

I had a good feeling about this one - Cullen was a catch, a billionaire with no strings attached.

As I approached the arrivals area, I saw him waiting for me. He was even more gorgeous in person, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I approached him.

"Hello there," he said, his voice smooth and rich.

"Hi," I replied, trying to play it cool. "It's good to finally meet you."

He smiled, and I felt my heart flutter. I knew that I had him right where I wanted him.

"Let me take your bags," he said, reaching for my luggage.

I let him take them, knowing that this was just the first of many things he would do for me. As we walked towards the exit, I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew that I looked just as stunning as I felt.

This was going to be the start of something big. And I was ready for anything that Cullen had to offer.

As we drove through the streets of New York in Cullen's Rolls Royce Phantom, I could feel the anticipation building inside me. I knew that I was in for a wild night - this man was a billionaire, after all, and I knew that he would spare no expense when it came to me.

But when we arrived at the hotel, I couldn't help but feel a little confused. Wasn't he taking me to his mansion? Why had we stopped here?

I tried to play it cool as we walked into the lobby, but I could feel the eyes of the other guests on me. They could tell that I wasn't the usual type of woman that Cullen brought around. But I didn't care - I was Brielle, and I knew how to work it.

As Cullen spoke to the receptionist, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. What was going on here? Was this some kind of test?

But then he turned to me, his eyes full of promise. "Come on, let's go upstairs," he said, leading me towards the elevator.

I followed him, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. This was not what I was expecting, but I knew that I could handle it. I was Brielle, after all - I could handle anything.

As we stepped out of the elevator and into a luxurious suite, my eyes widened with surprise. This was not just any hotel room - it was a penthouse suite, complete with a private hot tub and a fully stocked bar.

Cullen turned to me, a grin spreading across his face. "I thought we could have a little fun tonight," he said, pouring me a glass of champagne.

The champagne bubbled over, frothing in the crystal flute. I took a sip and savored the sweet, fizzy taste, feeling the bubbles tickling my tongue.

He was just as handsome as his Tinder pictures. "You're even more stunning than I could have ever imagined," he said, his gaze never leaving mine, with a wide grin spreading across his face. 

I couldn't help but blush at his compliment, though I knew deep down that I was pretty damn good-looking.

It was such a rush to finally meet Cullen in person after two months of texting and flirting over the app.

I leaned in close to Cullen, my heart racing as I gazed into his eyes. "You know, I have a bit of a wild side," I said, a sly smile spreading across my face. "Do you think you can handle it?"

Cullen chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire. "Bring it on, Brielle," he replied, his hand reaching for mine. "I'm ready for anything."

Cullen suddenly interrupted my thoughts. "Brielle, I've made reservations for us downstairs for dinner," he said, with a hint of excitement in his voice. "And, I have an offer for you."

I could feel my heart racing as I wondered what this offer could possibly be. After all, I was back in New York to catch a big fish, and I was ready for anything as long as money was involved.

"I'm all ears," I replied with a coy smile, trying to keep my excitement in check.