A Billionaire With Benefits

This was why he avoided the beach even though he loved it; e the beach made him look too casual, which he didn’t like the world to see. While he wasn’t paparazzi material, there were still media hounds that liked to follow him around. He dated popular women after all, from celebrities to models and daughters of millionaires.

He was glad that they stayed away from his immediate family, and he was glad they were in England, far from the madding crowd who liked to milk everything, from what whichever actress wore, to who did whom.

The only son of a steel magnate and a baroness, Justin helmed his father’s conglomerate as soon as he graduated college, a difficult feat, but one he managed with aplomb that was unheard of in his age. His father had died three years ago, and his source of strength and infinite wisdom had been relegated to him and him alone.

He had two younger sisters, both still in finishing school. His mother was busy with charity work, something she loved doing better than office work. The hours and the meetings stressed her out, so she opted from the company and only represented the charity/foundation and was a consultant for their socio-civic duties.

In England as a student, the media hounded him. They were fascinated by him, popular not by choice, but by public demand. He had thought that moving to America would improve his chances of living a normal life. He was wrong. The European media followed him soon after, much to his chagrin.

Justin liked to keep his private life as private as possible, but the women he dated wanted otherwise, loving their time in the tabloids and social media sites. He scoffed at the headlines he had seen often about his dating life.

Billionaire to Propose to Model Girlfriend.

Justin ‘Hunky’ Henderson Seen Canoodling with (insert name of A-list actress here).

Is it Over? Justin and Jessica Call it Quits.

Ah, Jessica Kendrick. He was crazy for her for a few weeks. With that hot body and vibrant personality, who wouldn’t be? Then that lovely feeling of being in love dissipated quickly. It was always like that. But they did date for quite a while. A year and a half to be exact. It was an ugly breakup, one she still carried a grudge for and he didn’t blame her much, except that she had thought he would propose.

Silly girl. He dated another, and then another in quick succession. There was no shortage of women for him. Of course, Jessica would rear her beautiful head out once in a while to wreak havoc and stay in the news. That was the problem with beautiful, hot-headed women. They were as crazy as they were beautiful. It was proportional.

“Sir, we have a little bit of trouble,” his secretary rang.

Jesus, what the hell was this now? “What’s going on, Lori?” he asked.

“She’s here.” It was simply said, but Justin already knew what it was about. Just when he thought things had gone smoothly, she just had to be here on such a fine morning.

“Why does she know I’m here?” he said irritably.

“Her stalking skills have improved as of late,” his middle-aged secretary remarked.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

He didn’t have the time to face this, more importantly, he didn’t have the right attitude to face this. He wanted himself mentally prepared (also just a bit physically if she ever intended to slap him), for the onslaught of her feminine wiles, which drove him to the brink of gritting his teeth in frustration.

“Shall I let her in before she causes a scene?”

“And then let security escort her out?” Justin sighed. “Fine. Show her in.”

He only had to take three full breaths before she barged in and shut the door behind her with a bang.

“You know, that door is mahogany,” he remarked. “What can I help you with, Jessica?”

She was a pretty angry little thing and he suddenly wanted to comically draw over her face, maybe add some steam on top of her head and claws on her fingers.

“We’ve only broken up for six months and now you’re parading yourself on the news?” she huffed.

“Doing what? My job?”

“No! You’re dating a fellow model! Someone I personally know! What the hell is wrong with you? Have you no shame?”

“Wait, who the hell are we talking about?” he said with amusement.

“Caitlyn Collins!” she snapped, grabbing something from her designer bag. Justin heard keys jangling and other items being moved about inside her large bag.

She whipped out a tabloid and slammed it on his table. “There!” She pointed with a well-manicured finger. Her finger landed on one picture, one of three, where Justin and Caitlyn were strolling around the streets of New York while eating gelato in sugar cones.

Ah, Justin remembered, this was two weeks ago. It had been an all right date, but they ended their arrangements amicably, citing their busy schedules. Caitlyn was definitely nicer than Jessica, except sometimes it felt like her head was floating on the clouds, or maybe she was high on marijuana. Whatever it was, it didn’t work out and Justin quickly put it behind him.