Filthy Rich

Filthy Rich

The very first time I saw Brooke at the coffee shop, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Like a stalker, I watched to see where she worked so I could find her again.
I don’t know how I knew she was someone special, but I did feel it that very first time, without a doubt.
It wasn’t until our paths crossed a second time and she spoke to me that my world tilted.
Something momentous happened when I heard that lovely British accent come out of her pretty mouth.
I don’t know why a ...