What to expect when dating a rich man
HE WAS so used to feeling superior that he treated me like another person in his employ.
His superior attitude kicked into my submissive side and I found myself troweling on make-up at 11pm, because he had just arrived from New York and wanted to see me.
I was sick of being asked what I wanted to do, of being the one who made all the decisions. Like the alpha male in a wolf pack who walks with head and tail erect, Mr Rich would enter a room with such confidence your heart skipped a beat.Well, we did arrive at a rather posh hotel, only it turned out my date owned it, along with about 200 others.As I stepped from his BMW convertible onto the cobbled drive, tripping and practically twisting my stilettoed ankle, he had already shot off inside - rich men seem to move and talk quicker.At the top of the stairs that night, the PR who had organised the party whispered the name of each new arrival, so he could greet them like long lost buddies.I counted quite a few famous industrialists and a smattering of celebs that evening, all of whom he schmoozed with a ruthlessness I had never witnessed.
This was the catch - the relationship was on his terms.