I used to believe in love and fairy tales. You know all the bullshit that girls dream about. I even thought about my wedding when I grew. Now I've grown up and I still think about that stuff, but when I met Hayden Knowles the Billionaire Playboy all my dreams were shattered. He taught me that love isn't enough to get you by on life. He was sweet to me the night we met. Things changed the next day and I realised that I was just another notch on his belt. I was sitting at the bar with a group of friends when a group of men walked into the bar wearing expensive suits. Janet my best friend looked at me and she said. "Dare me to go over to those guys and get a phone number." Darcy looked over at them. "I'll go with you. I want to meet Hayden Knowles." She licks her lips. "I want to spend one night with that guy. He can do whatever he wants with my body." I nearly choke on my drink. I start coughing. Darcy and Janet laugh. The guys walk over to the bar and sit close to us. A guy with dark hair and blue eyes wraps his arms around Darcy and Janet. He looks at me. "Hey, Sweetheart. I'm Hayden." Darcy's face turned red as she looked at him. "I'm Darcy." She says. "The other girl you're holding onto is Janet and the woman that you're eying is..." She trailed off as I glared at her. I jumped off the stool and pushed past him. "I want to dance. Are you girls coming?" I ask. The girls followed me onto the dance floor. Darcy whispered. "You shouldn't have ignored him. He's not the type of guy you ignore." "Go home with him if you want. I don't care what you do. Just leave me out of it." Hands wrapped around my waist and I turned my head slightly and I saw Hayden. He smiled. "Dance with me. Then I'll take you to the VIP area where you can tell me your name. I want to get to know you better." Does he really want to get to know me or does he want to just get into my pants? I sighed. I might as try something once. "Let's dance. I'll give you a chance." "Thanks." He pulled me flushed against his body and we started moving to the song. I don't remember the name of the song we danced to. We had a few more drinks after dancing. We took photos with each other and with our friends. Later that night I went home with him. He pulled me into his hotel room. He pulled the dress I was wearing over my head. Then he unclasped my black bra and threw it across the room. He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. That night we made love. Well that was what I thought it was. In the morning it was a different story. I woke up to arms wrapped around me. I looked across the room and saw my clothes on the floor. I lift the blanket and I see that I'm naked. What happened last night? A few things hit me. Especially, the part where I was kissing the stranger next to me. Why does he look familiar? The guy opened his eyes and looked at me. "You need to go." He pulled his arm away from me. He stood and walked over to my clothes. He threw them at me. "It was a one night deal, sweetheart. You got the night. Now, you can leave." He walked to the bathroom. "I don't want you here when I finish in the shower. There's some cash on the table." This guy is a total arsehole. I'm not going to take his cash. The bathroom door slammed shut. I put on the bra, thong and black dress. I looked around the room for my handbag and I find it close to the door. I opened the door and walked out of the presidential suite. The next day I got a phone call from a magazine in Miami and I took the job. If it wasn't for Hayden Knowles I wouldn't be where I am right now.