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The construction business had been good to me. I started in the industry by laying bricks at age 20, then eventually opened a small company that grew throughout the years into a massive operation, making me extremely wealthy.

At age 50, I had accumulated enough money to last me a lifetime, and I was determined to protect it. One of the reasons I was determined to become rich is that I knew finding a life partner would be easier. A woman’s beauty and feminine energy had a profound effect on men, and I wanted to bask in both.

My only concern was finding a woman who would strip me of my wealth and leave me with nothing. I hadn’t worked seventy-hour weeks for the last few decades to let that happen. It was important for me to insure myself. I had no problem sharing everything I had with her while we were together, but if she ever decided to leave me, she would depart with the things that she came, not my possessions.

I took a weekend off after God knows how long and decided to stroll a flea market. My gut told me that good women visited such places. I spoke to a few female stall owners. Some were friendlier than others, but none of them seemed interested in me.

I bought a healthy wrap and sat at a table to eat it. As I raised the wrap to my mouth and almost bit into the first piece, a stunning woman with long black hair and a dress perused the stalls. Her incessant smile made me believe that she was a pure soul who was slow to anger and quick to smile.

The way she walked, looked people in the eyes and stopped when they spoke to her showed me that she was well mannered and respectful. I couldn’t wait to meet her.

My heart pounded against my chest as I stood up and thought about walking to her. I have to do this. She might be the one.

She noticed that I was walking up to her, looked at me and then smiled, making my heartbeat slow down. I stood in front of her, smiling as I extended my hand.

“Hi. I’m Owen. I had to meet you to tell you that you’ve got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”

Her smile broadened. “Thank you. I’m Georgina.”

“Such a beautiful name. Where you from?”

“I was born in Portugal, but I grew up here.”

“Wonderful. I saw from your stunning hair that you come from an exotic place.” Her eyes sparkled as she kept eye contact and smiled. I could stare at her for days and not be bored for a second. “Can I interest you in a healthy wrap?” I added, holding up mine.


After I bought her one, we sat at a table and discussed our plans. Georgina was 35 years old and keen to settle down. She wanted children, as I did.

Our date was the following night. I took her to the new upmarket restaurant, and she wore a sparkly black dress that complemented her hair. She was the most beautiful woman I had seen. The more we got to know each other, the more I realised that she was the one. I believed that she felt the same about me.

We went on several dates before I proposed going back to my place. Georgina knew my intentions, so she said, “You know I’m looking for a serious man, not a fling?”

“I do, and I’m looking for a woman to spend the rest of my life with. That’s why it’s important for me to know that she can have my children.”

We walked into my house, and she looked around, her eyes widening in awe. “Beautiful place you’ve got.”

“Thank you.”

After we spoke for a few minutes, I stood up and put romantic music on and stuck my hand out to Georgina. “May I have this dance?”

She smiled and stood up. As we were dancing, I moved my lips closer to hers, and she closed her eyes. My lips pressed against hers, and she slid her tongue into my mouth.

After we kissed for several minutes, I grabbed her hand and escorted her to the bedroom. I kissed her shoulder and slowly slipped off the dress strap, then did the same with the other shoulder.

Georgina unbuttoned my shirt, unzipped my pants and then got on her knees as she pulled them down. I looked at the top of her head as she sucked my dick. I smiled as she engulfed my dick with her mouth and gently stroked my balls.

She stood up, and I looked at her abs. Her muscular legs revealed her workout regimen. She looked chiselled out of stone, not a shred of fat on her body.

We smiled before she turned her back to me and hunched over the edge of the bed, her hands pressing on it. I looked at her muscular ass and smiled. I couldn’t wait to stick my dick inside her sweet pussy.

My teeth clenched as I grabbed her ass cheeks and parted them to look at her pussy. I stepped forward, my dick pressing against her pussy lips. I grabbed my dick and stuck it in her, and she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

My right hand was on her ass, and I grabbed her shoulder with my left hand, then swung my hips. As Georgina dunked her head, her hair covered her face. I heard her moan evolve into screams as I increased the pace. Her body felt hard, which I loved. My hands crawled all over her upper legs and back, eager to explore more.

I grabbed her shoulders and bit my lip as I swung my hips with more gusto. She raised her head and screamed, making me groan as I shot my load inside her.

Georgina’s body was so amazing that I was still hard after ejaculating. I carried on for some time before shooting another load.

We fell asleep, then had sex three times in the morning, once in the shower and twice in bed.

Throughout the months, Georgina insisted that we get married, but I said I wasn’t ready and I needed more time to think about it. She glared at me every time I told her that.

A year after we met, she fell pregnant. Owen Jr. was born on the 15th of September. He was the most adorable child I’d ever seen. Of course, I would say that since he was mine.

A week after his birth, I wrote him a letter, which I wanted him to read after I passed away.

Georgina’s moods deteriorated with time. Her indignation towards me became more prevalent because I didn’t want to marry her.

“As long as we’re together, you’ve got access to all my assets,” I said. “So, what difference does it make if we’re married or not?”

She didn’t answer me every time I asked.

Her friends, family and even my friends shamed me, saying that I was selfish and inconsiderate. I took the verbal abuse and never responded negatively.

Georgina left me a few months later.

Owen Jr was seven years old when he told me that he wanted to be a professional football player. I enrolled him in a football academy, and when he turned sixteen, he decided to emigrate to England to play professionally.

Seeing my only child leave broke my heart, but I had prepared for that day. His happiness was more important than mine, and I would’ve done anything for him.

Two years later, I heard through my work contacts that Georgina had married an advertising executive and then divorced him months later, leaving with most of his wealth.

My body gave out on me when I turned 65. I figured it was all the hard labour from construction sites that had caught up with me. My condition had deteriorated to the point that I couldn’t get out of bed without assistance. I had never told Junior about it because I didn’t want to bother him.

Fortunately, I had money to hire two nurses to work around the clock. A housekeeper ensured that the house looked pristine, and the garden service took care of everything around the house. My driver went weekly to the grocery store to buy food for my chef to prepare. I had everything an immobile man could ask for.

Junior had injured his knee a few years into his career during a match. The doctor told him after the operation that he couldn’t play again.

When I passed away at seventy, I died with a fulfilled heart. My life had worked out exactly how I had planned, and I had everything I needed to be comfortable.

Junior received the letter I had written to him when he was born. It read:

My dear son.

I love you more than you could possibly imagine. I structured my life so that you can have everything you need to live comfortably. You’ll be pleased to know that I left you all of my assets. Enjoy them wisely and make sure that they earn you more money so that you can pass wealth on to your children.

Remember, one day everyone will leave you. Your children will pursue their careers, which will most likely be far from you. Your spouse will either leave or die. When that happens and you’re alone, the only thing that will make life easier is money.

I protected my wealth to ensure that you and I lived well, and you should do the same. Make finding a great woman a priority. Life is boring without them, and having a good woman by your side will fulfil you and bring you joy in the form of a family.

I’m not going to tell you whether you should get married or not, but I will stress the importance of protecting your wealth at all costs.


Your loving father, Owen Snr



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