"Hard pass."That's what the last girl I slept with said when she got her first sober glimpse of me. She laughed, walked out of my penthouse-and I never saw her again. It doesn't matter that I'm a rich, professional athlete; what mattered was my face. Beauty might only be skin deep for some-but I know better."Pay up." That's what the last girl I spoke to said over the phone when I made her an offer she couldn't refuse. Desperate to sell a set of rare...