Chapter 4 Men like him are bad news

As I parked my car on my spot right in front of the MOLLY OWN apartment building, I couldn't believe I was still living in this crappy building for the past three years. Surely many people who didn't live here thinks this place is a nice place to be but I have to deal with my neighbor Jared who keeps playing his stupid guitar every damn night! And he doesn't even gets the strings right!

I walked into the lobby and said hi to the receptionist before taking the elevator and going up to my room. I remembered Drake earlier and chuckled lightly as I remembered all he'd said to me. As I pushed my door open and let myself in, I realized I truly enjoyed Drake's company. He was fun and maybe his presence at that nightclub every day has somehow made me go through the day and nights.

I kicked off my boots and laid flat on my bed, eyes watching my ceiling. I shut my eyes for a minute.

"He is twenty seven years old and he is so hot!" Jenna's voice cut through my mind like knife, causing me to peel my eyes open. I shook my head and laid on my side, pulling my arms below my head as a pillow.

There was no way I was going to start thinking about my boss. I knew Jenna very well, she was the one to exaggerate things. But I wouldn't deny the fact that all she's said about him was slowly getting to me. I was curious as to if he truly reached up to all Jenna has said.

I opened my eyes again and stared at my computer sitting on my dresser table.

"No" I muttered and shook my head. I wasn't gonna stalk him.

I have had my own fair share of relationships in the past and right now I wasn't ready to start obsessing over men, especially the ones I knew I couldn't have. If Jenna was right then he was a multi billionaire to even own that nightclub I work at and look at me, I'm just.....me.

I could still remember my first to last relationship vividly like it was just yesterday. I'd been equally in love with all of them and then they hurt me in the end. My last boyfriend cheated on me. He was in some musical band while I worked at the nightclub. He'd suggested we moved in together even though he barely made enough money from his stupid band. One day I came home to meet him sleeping with another girl in our bed. I moved out that night.

I really thought I had something with him but after that last heart break, I told myself it wasn't worth it. I had enough savings so I went into business school and now I hold an MBA. I could never be as proud of myself.

Getting jobs around here wasn't really easy but I'd talked with aunt Dorris who lived in Canada, she'd told me she would look for a spot for me by the fall of next year. I loved the nightclub I worked at and was hoping to get some promotion soon even though I knew Terry was too stingy to do that, but I'll have to leave at some point.

I wasn't and would never be ready to settle for any man. Now I know better. I know that I deserve better than the crappy relationships I've had in the past.

"Damn it!" I muttered as Jenna's voice cut deep into me again.

I forced myself up and picked up my laptop. Sitting back down, I pulled it open and went on my browser.

I tried to remember his name. Oh My God, Jenna never mentioned it. And I was really curious to do this right now! Groaning frustratedly, I tried to think. Then I got an idea. I decided to search who exactly owned the nightclub.

A lot of pages came on, including pictures. I clicked on a certain name written in deep blue ink. Ricardo Milos.

As soon as I clicked it, more stories came on about him. I clicked on the first news about him.

"Ricardo Milos is the multi billionaire Canadian young man whom at twenty seven has made a lot of impressions on the whole world. Milo runs an orphanage home at places like Carolina, Virginia....." A smile crosses my lips. At least someone knows how to spend it's money. After reading as much news as I could, I clicked on his photos.

Imagine my surprise, my lips almost dropped down on my keyboard. Is this Ricardo Milos?

What I saw on my computer screen looked like a man that you'd only see in a fashion magazine. The ones who were on special diets to have a certain body shape, the ones who worked out nearly every single day of their lives just to have the twelve packs and strong jaw and biceps. He looks to 6 feet 9, his face looking like it was built beautifully or altered by some surgical procedures because I do not believe a man was supposed to be that good looking. Is his looks even legal? And he does such justice to the smiles and grins he throws at the cameras.

At a certain picture I could see his facial features better. He has bright soulless greenish gray eyes, his Havana brown colored hair brushed back stylishly like the regular billionaire haircut you'd usually see on TV shows or magazines. His lips are slim and a bright shade a pink.

I swallowed hard like I'd been eating something and needed to digest it.

I'd completely forgotten that I had to order dinner because I forgot to pick something up on my way home and as the thought crossed my mind, I muttered "damn it"

Then I quickly shut my computer close and laid on my back.

I shouldn't have.

Men like him are bad news. And not to mention impossible.