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BUT I DIDN’T CARE!
I JUST SPENT MY MONEY AND ENJOYED MY LIFE.
Until I was 67 and the doctor told me I had a terminal cancer and had just a few months to live.
That was when I met Sylvester.
He had come to the hospital to visit his mum and I took a liking to him. With the doctor’s diagnosis in my mind, I felt like living my life for one more time before I died.
So I toasted Sylvester.
And he told me he doesn’t date women because he is a gigolo. I could have him anytime I wanted if I am willing and ready to pay!
Of course I am ready to pay for this hunk of a 28 year old man to be my lover.
I could even pretend to be in love with him and enjoy some happiness before I die.
I have been with Sylvester for three weeks now. At least, with him, everything is clear; we are in a business transaction and I am all glad and happy for it.
My family started coming around me when news that I was going to die anytime soon got to them. They want my properties and wealth.
And I have promised them they will get my properties and other aspects of my wealth when I am dead.
But I laugh at their backs!
None of them is getting a penny of my money. Not even Sylvester.
I am already taking care of him and he knows that.
My money is going straight to a new NGO I have set up to be managed by my sweet doctor and his wife. They are going to use every single penny to take care of people who have this same cancer that I have.
If I am dead before my story comes out, I will still be happy.
At least people got to hear my story, including my family who never showed me love.
If you judge me for being in love with a gigolo, that is your business.
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