____Sequel to Billionare's Desire___
P.S I love you, Angel.
He mailed it to me and he didn't mean it the way it actually means. When I read it I get the chills and realize what I have gotten myself into.
I am drinking off the vintage bottle of Champagne I deemed will be opened in the celebration of our beautiful union tonight and thinking of the ways to f**k you over. Let's see if I arrive at the adequate pick.
I don't want to go there. I really don't. But I know you will find me.
Make sure I don't find you.
How can I?
Well, you would love to know what I am planning to do to a woman whose cheque will bounce.
P.S I love you, Angel.
And with this, I realized what I have unleashed. I can only wonder who will pay because of me.