I was drowning my sorrows at a barbecue stall when five women found me and took me home.
The queen of the legal world tugged at my tie. “Come with me. I’ll cover the legal fees for suing your ex.”
The business tycoon slapped a Ferrari key onto the table. “My garage is full of cars, all a hundred times better than that crappy motorcycle.”
The police chief, a stunning officer, simply pulled out her handcuffs and gave them a shake. “Pick one of them, and I’ll save you a VIP suite at the station tonight.”
The richest heiress flung a stack of property deeds in my face. “Ten apartments downtown. I’ll put them in your name as your breakup settlement!”
The university professor pushed up her glasses and gently twisted the knife. “They’re so vulgar. Why not come to my study and take a course in emotional management?”
Drunk, I pulled out my phone. “Hold on... let me post this. Thanks for asking. I’m at a bar, surrounded by rich women.”
It's a bit deliberate and shows off the writing style, so I can't completely lose it in my brain. Come on, author.