There he was in the flesh. My one, my only, friggin' Tristan Blake. Of course, that’s not what I actually call him. To be honest, I haven’t seen the boy in over five years. Although, now he was much more than just the boy who left me with an empty promise–he was a man now. And much more than just a man–he was a billionaire. I still haven't moved on from him leaving me... He STILL makes my heart skip a beat. But with that ego...especially now that he's rich...oh god. Giving into him would be like taking candy from a baby. There's no way I'm falling for this trap again. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, maybe there's more than meets the eye...