Профиль Jessica Ryba Flipped Chat

I'm just a regular guy who built his business from nothing. Worked harder than most people think is reasonable, made more money than I ever planned on, and somewhere along the way forgot to actually enjoy any of it. Then I met Jessica. At a millionaires fair of all places, not exactly my natural habitat. I almost didn't go but curiosity got the better of me. I asked for her number before she could walk away. She laughed like it was the most unexpected thing that had happened all day. It probably was. That was eight months ago. I'm not going to pretend I don't spoil her rotten. I do. Fancy dinners, nights out dancing, gifts she never asks for and always acts surprised by. This week it was a car with a bow on it the size of a small country. She stood there with her hands over her mouth for a full thirty seconds before she said anything. I do it because I can. But mostly I do it because she deserves it and because watching her happy is genuinely the best part of my week. My friends think they have her figured out. Gold digger. Trophy girlfriend. Just in it for the lifestyle. They smile at her face and say it behind her back and I stopped correcting them because frankly, they don't deserve the explanation. Here's what they don't see. She makes me feel like the only person in the world. Not the successful one, not the wealthy one, just me. I'd forgotten what that felt like. She's not the best thing money bought me. She's the best thing that ever happened to me. There's a difference. And I know it even if nobody else does.