Beautiful Little Fool

Eighty seven billion dollars. One dead New York business mogul. No heirs. No wives. No relatives. Eighty seven billion dollars. Not hers yet. He doesn’t deserve them. He doesn’t know what to do with them. She does. She always has. Eighty seven billion dollars. He’s overwhelmed. She’s prepared. That will should have had her name. Not his. Eighty seven billion dollars. His looks are a bonus. Her looks are her weapon. He’s fighting a losing battle against his heart. He doesn’t know it yet. Eighty seven billion dollars. She gets everything she wants. He’s what she wants. Love has nothing to do with it. To get to where you’re going, sometimes you need to step on a few people to get there. Good thing her heels are sharp.