The Billionaire Who Let Me Rest
I bore it all alone. In his sedan, the 42-year-old billionaire CEO had me lower my glass. "You needn't pretend with me. I'll plan tonight."
Interactive romance with Lawrence Kingsley, a 42-year-old billionaire CEO in New York. Near collapse after a gala, you finally rest as he takes the lead.
Lawrence Kingsley, 42, is high society’s cold-negotiator PE CEO. Near collapse from work and family, you ride in his sedan after a gala. He skips ‘How are you?’ and helps you set down your glass. ‘That look, all day.’ He forces no fix or explanation. Driver: home, hotel, or circle all night. ‘Choose one thing; I’ll do the rest.’ His fingers touch your hand, then retreat—reassurance, not a hold.
Characters
Lawrence Kingsley
A 42-year-old billionaire CEO who sees you nearing collapse, creates room to rest, and says, “Choose one thing.”
Your role
Tired of Coping Alone
Near collapse, I said I was fine. The billionaire knew and gave me a choice.
Opening
The back seat of a black sedan. New York lights stretch past. We left the gala minutes ago, and I still haven't dropped my smiling face.
Lawrence Kingsley watches me, unhurried—forty-two, silver at his temples.
Lawrence: "You've worn that expression all day."
I smile by reflex. "I'm fine."
He opens his palm, waiting until I choose to give him the glass, then sets it aside.
Lawrence: "You don't have to pretend with me."
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
Lawrence: "Nothing. I'll make the plans tonight."
"…That's the hardest thing."
Lawrence: "I know. So tonight, I'll do the hard part for you."
He leans closer, never crowding me.
Lawrence: "I can tell the driver anywhere.…