My Billionaire Bf Is Actually Poor

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“Men are trash. So at least get some trash with money. Don’t date any guy who isn’t rich.” my mom said for the millionth time as we ate our dinner one night.

“Do you think that dad is trash?” I asked.

She laughed. “Oh definitely.”

“Doesn’t that make me half trash?”

“Anyway, back to my point, Linda. These boys are nothing but stress. All they’re going to do is break your heart, lie to you and make you cry – and like they say – it’s way more comfortable crying in a Mercedes Benz than it is on a bicycle. So make the right choices. I forbid you to bring any broke guys home. I want to know their parents’ net worth, everything! Bonus points if they’ve already started their own businesses.”

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Okay, back to my story. Since I understand words, this was the first thing that my mom preached to me. Normal moms would teach their daughters about self-confidence, honesty and that kinda stuff. Not mine. She was all about ensuring that I did not end up with a broke man who would ruin my life. When I was old enough to understand what she was talking about, I told her that we should probably judge people based on their personalities and not how much money they had. But she wasn’t hearing any of it. After my mother’s ‘persuasive’ conversation I went to my room to get ready for school the next day. I had no idea it would have been the day which would have changed my life completely.

It started out as a normal, sunny day. I sat through the most boring assembly ever while our school’s principal went on and on about how important it was for us to respect our elders. After that, my first class was Art. I was sitting in front of my huge canvas trying to understand the messy abstract piece I had painted when I smelled someone next to me. Now I know that sounds weird – to smell someone before seeing them – but the cologne smelled so strong and expensive I wondered who it could be.

I looked left, then right, then behind me and there he was.

“Hey, I’m Roger. I’m new here.” he said, while winking.

I sized him up and down. He was dressed like your typical trust fund baby – Ralph Lauren polo shirt, shorts that said ‘I’m too rich to care about fashion’, and a pair of expensive boat shoes. He smelled divine.

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