Chapter 2 The Handkerchief

Xavier answered back, "I'm not sulking, I'm thinking," before he drank the whole glass, leaving the ice cubes in it.

The bartender gave Ron his drink, and Xavier asked for a refill. He nodded. Then the bartender did and put the refilled glass in front of him.

"I've been thinking, too, lately," Ron started. "Who might that girl be?" Ron drinks from his glass and says, "she must be like a Goddess."

"I didn't saw her face because I was drunk that day and the room was dim, only lit by the moonlight that came in through the open window," he says as he sips from his glass.

Ron chuckled. "Man, you're dangerous,"

Ron's eyes were gray; he had long hair, a round face, and heart-shaped kissable lips. Although he looks like a playboy, he is not. He is the kind of friend that would give you a gift box containing flowers or greeting cards. He is soft, but his clothing style contradicts his personality. He wears street wear clothes-a playboy look.

"That was five years ago," Ron went on, "and still you can't forget that woman. There are a lot of things that could possibly be satisfying. You and your libido should stop searching for her. I've been slapped by my girlfriend when she saw me looking at pictures of women on my laptop-"

"Find her no matter what," Xavier cut him off, as if he hadn't heard what his friend told him. "I'm sure I can recognize her body,"

Ron scoffed. "Yeah, sure. I've got twenty on the list; they can't wait to see you, " Ron drinks. "Anyway, your brother is coming back,"

Xavier finally looked at his friend. His brows creased and his eyes blazed with intense. "Kalixo is coming back? Fucking when?"

"I am not sure of the date, but your father will certainly tell you. I just heard that he will try to get into one of your companies-the one that your mother owns,"

Xavier gripped his glass tightly. "That asshole!"

Xavier has two companies; one is her mother's and the other one is the result of his hard work.

"That two-faced man," Xavier continues, "he sure did want me to fall. Isn't he contented with his position being the top one?"

"In which case, you, too," Ron retorted. "You aren't contented with being the top two,"

"I have my reason, Ron. You know that. That's why I don't trust you," Xavier glared at him.

Ron chuckled. "Easy man. I'm loyal. I'm your bestfriend. Though I know you see me as your friend, and by means of friend to you, you mean a tool, yeah,"

"Quit your drama, just get me updated with that Kalixo." Xavier massage his chin. "That motherfucker should be locked up."

Ron clicks his tongue. "But your father won't allow it. Everyone will stick to Kalixo's ass once you point a finger at him. He is the favorite of all...and you're the enemy."

"Father wouldn't believe me either. For now...find that woman. I need her. She'll be my fixed bed warmer,"

"Shouldn't you focus on beating your brother to the top? If you are stressed out, do exercise and not sex," Ron couldn't believe how his friend's mind works.

Xavier stood up and grabbed a woman who was just going to pass by behind him. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked the woman, and totally ignored Ron.

The woman nodded. "But I can make your night wild if you want,"

"Hey, Xavier!" Ron called.

Xavier took the woman off and walked away, leaving Ron with his unbelievable reaction to his friend.

"Xavier! Comeback here!"

Every time Xavier was stressed out, confused, or had any negative emotions, he would make his nights wild and hot to make him fall asleep without any worries. Then he'll wake up refreshed and rational. His nights always made him suffocate, so he did what he thought was right for him.

He rips off the woman's underwear and throws it on the floor. The woman is sitting on the sink, waiting for his next move. The woman can see her reflection in the mirror in the comfort room.

"Suck me, please," the woman stated with anticipation.

He grinned. "In your dreams,"

He pulled the hem of her skirt up. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down. His bulge is crafted under his underwear.

"It's your job to please me, woman,"

The woman moans when he dries his shaft to show her wetness. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it down, making the woman lift her head.

When Xavier finally pulled down his underwear, he struck his shaft without any warning.

"Oh! Oh! F-ck! " The woman's hand became restless.

Xavier didn't mind moving fast, furious, and hard. In his thoughts, the woman he had sex with five years ago played in his mind. He could hear her moans, her soft touches, the way she gripped her soft hands on his arms, and her f-cking sweet smell and taste. And that soft noise couldn't let him forget about her.

Xavier didn't stop when the woman reached her climax for the nth time. He doesn't care!

"Oh! Please!" the woman pleaded. She is pleased, but she is hurting.

Xavier gripped her hands to stop moving. This woman is not satisfying him. He buried his face in her neck and squeezed his eyes shut. He can't c*m. He pulled off and put down the woman.

"Knee,"

The woman bent her trembling knees. She could feel something stinging between her thighs, her eyes wonders frightened.

He struck his shaft against her mouth. The woman's eyes gradually got tears. Until he reached his end. He cleaned the woman's lips using his thumb. "Does a woman really cheat on her boyfriend for this?"

The woman didn't answer.

He sighed. "Clean yourself. Tell your boyfriend how you had so much fun today,"

After he cleaned himself, he went out of the comfort room.

When Xavier got out of the club, he saw Ron's car parked beside his. His friend must have been waiting. though he really doesn't care that much. He could text him and say he left already.

He rode in his car and drove in speed.

His life does certainly fuck him up. It revolves around sex, work, and sex. This is the cycle of his freaking life as a twenty-eight-year-old successful businessman. Rich, but alone.

He parked his car and got out. A couple of people were getting in and out of the gate. He looked up at the signage, reading, "cemetery." He walked towards the stalls selling candles and flowers. He bought three pieces of flowers and one candle, then he went inside.

His mother's graveyard. His mother is the only woman he doesn't hate. The only woman he adores from the day he was hurt by the last woman he trusted. Ever since, he hated women who would come into his life.

"Mum..." he whispered, before he sat.

He put the flowers. He took his lighter from his pocket and lit up the candle.

He let out a weak smile.

"Mum, I suck, Do I? I mean...I'm too tired to live here. Can I be with you now? I miss you so much."

He lie on the grass and put his arm on his eyes trying to prevent his tears-but he failed. Later, small sobs could be heard.

"I-I want to be w-with you now, Mum. I-Is it better there? There will be no pain, no competition, and no sucking life with toxic people... I'm tired, Mum," he said, his voice cracked. "Oh, fuck..."

The wind blew, causing the grass to dance, and leaves to fly into the delicate air. His hair covering his forehead parted as the warm wind touched his skin. He stopped sobbing. He had felt this warmth before. How his mother comforts him whenever he is hurt. He put his hands on his side and looked up at the clear sky. The unexplainable feeling inside his heart ceased his tears. It was as if his mother were here by his side.

A blue handkerchief flew slowly beside his face. He unhurriedly eyed the cloth and sat. He took it, before roving his eyes around, when a human figure is standing far from him. He was certain it was a woman. A white cloth covers her face as she wears a large shirt and pants. Her medium-length wavy and medium-length wavy hair synchronizes with the breeze.

He stood, wiped his tears, and sniffed. He was about to call her when she walked away fast.

"Wait! Miss!" he called out, but it's too late.