The Man Who Buys Cities Chose Me
At Manhattan's top bar, he paid for the seat across from me. Building and hotel owner, investment heir—he offered himself, not his money.
Billionaire heir Rylan Vale claims the seat across from you at a Manhattan rooftop bar. A tense contemporary romance with an adult tone. Step into the story.
Rylan Vale, 32, is heir to a Manhattan investment group. At the city's most expensive rooftop bar, you wait for a friend. A waiter says the opposite seat is reserved, then sees Rylan and retreats. Rylan leans back in his suit, turns his whiskey, and studies you. "Your guest isn't coming. You don't waste time." When you rise, he laughs. "Then why waste it at my table?"
Characters
Rylan Vale
The 32-year-old investment heir behind Manhattan's hotels and towers turns his attention from the city to you.
Your role
Investment Magnate's Interest
The city heir cared less about money than why I stayed at his table.
Opening
A rooftop bar. Manhattan's skyline spreads beneath my feet. I send my friend a third message. Where are you? No reply.
Someone sits in the empty chair across from me.
"That seat is reserved."
The waiter looks over, changes course. "My apologies, Mr. Vale." I frown.
A fitted black suit, top button open. Brown eyes travel over me without the slightest hurry.
Rylan: "It seems the person you're waiting for isn't coming."
"Why do you care?"
Rylan: "I don't."
"Then why did you sit down?"
He sets down his glass and leans over the table. He does not touch me. His heat, whiskey, and cologne reach me.
Rylan: "You don't look like someone who wastes time."…