London Billionaires

Yeah, I'm trouble . . . so what? Women seem to like it. That and my big . . . bank account. Who am I kidding? They like what I can do with my tongue too. I had a good thing going. Until my father threatened to cut me off if I didn't settle down. So I picked the one woman he couldn't object to. Falling for her was never part of the plan.

You've heard the rumors . . . Yes, they're all true. The women . . . the bank account . . . the really big . . . Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm just saying, there's a reason some call me Mr. Big. But none of it will matter to her. I've known her since we were kids. And she's just as off limits now as she was then. She's my best friend's little sister and when he asked me to give her the grand tour, he did not mean of my bedroom.

I have a dirty mouth. That's the truth. Women love it. And I have no plans on changing. Why would I? I like my life. The women, the partying, the fun. Until I meet my new neighbor. She's messing with my good thing. She's annoying, and persistent, and a pain in the . . . well you get the idea. She's also gorgeous, and smart . . . and completely immune to me. And now she needs my help with a little Ex payback and I'm more than happy to lend my expertise.