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I hadn't realised I was just another of his toys, and that I took second place to his hotels.
This was the catch - the relationship was on his terms.
Such self-made men are so terrified of being poor again that they are constantly driven to make more and more money. While they don't like spending it 'unwisely', by which I mean on other people, they think nothing of splashing out, if it is for a good reason - such as showing off their status, for example. When he bought a house in the exclusive Hamptons near New York last year, he wanted to make some new best friends and threw a bash.
At the top of the stairs that night, the PR who had organised the party whispered the name of each new arrival, so he could greet them like long lost buddies.
I wanted to fling a Gina mule in his face - the guy was working, for God's sake. 'Kate could you leave a tip,' he suddenly said, rummaging in his pockets, 'I've left my money in the car.' What, all £3billion, I thought, as I brought out the only fiver I had left and plonked it onto the squishy chocolate mousse. Unlike the landowner rich who are so blasÈ about money, the self-made man often comes from a poorer background.
Every time I started to talk about something I thought was vaguely interesting, all I could see was his permatanned neck as he looked around the room. For a start, they are not only greedy - what else could motivate them to make more money than they could spend in a lifetime - they are also mean. There was also something about a threatening legal letter from Mc Cartney's lawyers accusing Heather of taking three bottles of cleaning fluid from his kitchen. I mean, we are talking about a man who is not rich in any normal sense, but so catastrophically loaded that he could probably buy the cleaning company several times over. For a start, Macca and my multi-millionaire are that rare bread; the self-made man.I was sick of being asked what I wanted to do, of being the one who made all the decisions. Like the alpha male in a wolf pack who walks with head and tail erect, Mr Rich would enter a room with such confidence your heart skipped a beat.He was your typical triple A personality - acquisitive, aggressive and accumulative, and having amassed a fortune he decided he wanted to own me.Think of all the new contacts he had made, and how he could show off his impressive collection of 20th-century art - I counted at least six Cy Twomblys that evening, a couple of Picassos and if I am not mistaken there was even a Rauschenberg in the loo - subtext: I am so rich I don't care where I put my paintings. Super-mates, whether the stick thin model or rich man, are not accessible to all, which is why when one of them invites you to dinner, you feel as if you are being allowed into a special club. I used to spend whole weekends watching the entire Doris Day collection in his sitting room, which was three times the size of my entire flat.So why did I not run away as soon as I found out he was an egotistical maniac? Besides, he was a welcome relief from all the wimpy new men I had been dating.