So, my Billionaire Boyfriend and I were sipping some wine on the balcony the other day and I asked him when we could go camping again.
Like many Billionaires, my boyfriend was more comfortable eating room service then something he caught on a lake or shot from a stand.
But, I’m a country girl at heart. I was born camping out in the backyard, in my neighbor’s field, and in any number of places in my home-state of Montana. It’s something I love to do and I don’t want to give it up for any reason.
I’ve been slowly exposing my Billionaire Boyfriend to camping in more and more austere conditions. At first, he wouldn’t go without taking the motorcoach. Then, he downgraded to a still pretty fancy fifth-wheel. Next, I’m going to introduce him to camping in a tent with limited conveniences.
He was hesitant at first. But, with each additional glass of wine, several light touches down his forearm, and using my best coercive voice, he finally relented.
But, he was wondering what vehicle we should take.
The motorcoach and the fifth-wheel kind of defeated the purpose. The Jaguar and Bugatti were impractical.
“You figure it out.” he said on his way to the bathroom.
I quickly fired up my phone and entered in some options for my dream Ford F150.
When he came back to sit down I showed him.
When he saw what I had built he sort of shook his head with a big smile. Then he dialed Kyle, one of his assistants.
“Kyle, I’m sending you some specifications for a vehicle from Sable’s phone. Talk to James at the dealership and place an order. And Kyle. The specifications are for a 2025 vehicle. Make sure you order a 2026 model year”. he directed.
Delivery is expected sometime January 2026.
Eeek! I. CAN’T. WAIT!
