The Billionaires' Love Club

racticed the cello. This was Luke and Laura’s (love?) song: he cheated, and she forgave him. They were great for a while and

ern of affairs and empty promises that kept her hanging on. It seemed that Luke and Laura were just going through

quest, a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Laura. Before, he

me days were better than others. She had been struggling all day with the m

shared in a nicer part of the city. Laura fished for her keys in her purse after she exit

trail of clothes on the floor leading her directly to the bedroom area. Rumpled pants, a wrinkled shirt, and a lacy red bra lying ne

me. This was not as an excited utterance, but a shocked shout o

, where the sharp heel punctured his skin and started to bleed. He was human af

aura screamed. “You have 2

ar anyway, right?” At that comment, Laura wanted to throw the other stiletto heel at this woman. “Shut up!” shouted both Luke and Laura, t

t up with your cello that I guess I felt neglected. It was just sex.” His words seem

onvinced her that he should be forgiven. He would win her back, as

ogether, however. Luke had crossed the line. She had to stand firm and look him in the

There is no way I will trust you again,” Laura said in measured words. “How can I ever know if you are telling me the tru

who Luke was, a cheater and a liar, who always had another woman on the side. He was a lady’s man with the game of a

ms strong from supporting her cello, her heart broken from supporting him. With

he handle of the black cello case and held it over her head. “Maybe if you paid as much attention to m

or the instrument, but Luke

a while,” he said, their relat

s MY fault?” she sobbed through the hot tears running down her face, as she continued to try

uld get her back again. “You don’t have a career. At best you have a hobby. You need to g

rtake her sorrow. “Don’t worry about a place to stay. You are like a cat: you will always land on your feet. I am sure you can charm one of your ‘just sex swee

e not serious. Sweet...Laura,” he was grasping at straws in order to avoid

aying faithful to Laura. Luke mocked Laura’s career as a cellist, although, she had a string of steady music students through the private prep school i

ived as a result. Then Laura began to earn more money and Luke’s sales contacts dried up. Instead of being grateful for Laura paying

to do what she should h

blocking your number. Don’t worry about getting your stuff. I’ll box it