Gabriel had never felt so strongly for a woman –his mother aside– as he had for Lisa. He, the renowned player, the successful self-made billionaire, the ruthless businessman, had been played by an author who called herself Sweet Lisa… how ironic. What was even more unnerving was the fact that she had written a novel called “Playing The Player” yet he had not suspected anything.
After countless conquests, many indifferent arguments with top models, actresses, singers, there he was paying the consequences of his foolish and –as she had put it– man-whorish ways.
And he believed he was paying dearly as he downed yet another drink.
He had not left his office ever since her explanation, which was three days ago. He just couldn’t go back to the flat where he had shared so much with her. H
