Regret Me Not The Billionaire's Deadly Obsession

Julian Vance didn’t care for innocent girls; he preferred experienced, mature women.

Every plaything he kept around had to be groomed by me personally. They weren’t allowed into his bed until they were molded into the perfect, sophisticated standard.

The women who came out of Julian’s bedroom were always smug, putting on queenly airs in front of me.

"I heard Mr. Vance hasn't touched you in five years. But last night, he took me eight times!"

I would listen to these women brag about Julian’s overnight prowess without a single blink. Then, I’d simply call out to the door, "Next."