Vincent P.O.V

Hi, im Vincent.

Yeah, so I keep my identity a secret.

So what?

Who would want girls trying to cling onto me , wether be it status money or power, they'd come begging and ask me to go with them to dates, begging me to have them as wives or mistresses just for the money or power over others.

Heck! Even women older than my Dad

comes begging me, saying they know my Dad, asking me.

While some men enjoys attention from such girls or women, I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT want such attention. Thus, I keep my identity a secret. I dye my hair and wear coloured contacts, different glasses than my usual Givenchy glasses. Even wearing branded nerdy clothes was better than girls harrassing me.

I just want a good girlfriend who might become my future wife and she must have the qualities that i want.

She needs to definitely be smart, to keep up with me, beautiful that she can just catch me breathless, sporty and fit,

kind-hearted, good at fighting.

I have high standards you know.

I dont want a random money hungry chick harrassing me to take me as her husband for the money.

I am a good judge of character and know a money hungry chick or a power hungry chick when i see one.

Is it so hard to find such a girl nowadays?I just want a good girlfriend who wants to be with me not for the money or looks. I think that even if i am the ugliest guy in the world, but the richest, girls will still come crawling to me for money and power.

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The moment she sat down next to me,

i knew. She had a mysterious aura surrounding her, and the way she walked did not seem like any other person. Her footsteps are light, i didnt even hear her coming. And im one of the most highly skilled person trained in all sorts of fighting style. How could i not hear her!

And the way she walked was as if she

was a pro in all fighting styles, easily

beating those girls effortlessly.

I knew she was the one i was looking for. Strong, independent, and capable.

I still have to make sure though....

I turn to look at her, to find her staring at me. Her cheeks flushed a faint apple,

surprised. I was pretty sure my cheeks were red from her staring at me. I suddenly felt self-concious and turned back.

A while later, i noticed something strange about her.

She kept fidgeting and rubbing her eye

while pushing up her specs.

Was she wearing fake glasses?

Was she wearing contacts like i was?