I Mistaken a Billionaire for my Tinder Date. However, the dinner and Date were both superb and exceptional.
My Date was as gorgeous as a Greek god; tall, muscular, broad-shouldered, and sophisticated exuding authority and confidence.
I was hypnotized by his aquamarine eyes, my heart skipping with each wicked smirk he flashed my way.
Getting pulled at his long eyelashes, perfectly laid brows, and kissable lips excited me as much as they scared me.
Yeah, Scott’s scar reminds me of the savior he was; a brave man who risked his life to save the Damsel.
But he eventually revealed his true identity, calling our intimate moments a fling.
And no, his name isn’t Scott, but Michael. Ohh, how I hate his guts…..
He is also not the savior but the distressed Damsel whose others lost their life to rescue.
But can I stay away from him? How do I help myself with this palpitating heart, which still beats for him as before?
