THE PRINCE OF PARK AVENUE FINALLY MEETS THE SAME BASSY MANHATTAN PRINCESS TO MATCH HIMSELF. I've made every one of my billions of dollars myself, I'm calculating, shrewd and the best at what I do. It takes a certain amount of drive and dedication to achieve the level of success that I have. And that leaves no time for love or relationships. But don't get me wrong, I'm not a monk. I focus, I focus, to seduce a beautiful woman. These are the same abilities that I use to close business deals. But one night, that’s where my relationships with women begin, and that’s where they end. I'm not one of those guys who sends flowers. And to those guys who call the next day. At least that's what I thought, until an impatient, smart, erudite, incredibly beautiful girl from a rich family burst into my life. When Grace Astor rolls her eyes at my remarks, I want hold her close and show her what she missed. When she makes jokes at my expense, I want to silence her impudent mouth using my tongue. And when she leaves me, barely saying goodbye, right after we fucked , I want to remind her of the three orgasms she just had. She may be a princess, but I want to prove to her who really rules in this bedroom on Park Avenue.