Chapter 2 One

Two Years Later

Madrid, Spain

Reese sat silently in his room, lost in thought. It had been a year since the incident in the Mediterranean, but he still couldn't shake the memory of the kind lady and the elderly man who had rescued him. Though he had recovered in the hospital, he never got the chance to properly thank his saviors or even learn their names.

He suspected they were from his home country, but his attempts to locate them online proved fruitless. All he knew was that they had acted quickly to get him the help he needed, leaving him with a debt of gratitude he could never repay.

He vividly recalled her eyes, which sparkled with life, and the alluring curve of her lips, which were always adorned with a delightful smile. Despite his hazy and blurred vision, he could still picture the maiden clearly in his mind.

She was a true angel, and her soothing voice echoed in his ears every day, like a familiar melody that sometimes made him yearn to find her. To Reese, she was like a precious diamond, a possession he had lost.

Reese rose from his seat and walked towards a giant glass window, which offered a stunning view of the sea. The hotel where he was staying in Barcelona was situated on the seashore, allowing him to take in the breathtaking scenery.

In the local area, Reese was widely recognized as the son who owned MMC, short for Medel Motors Co. With a total revenue of $975.7 billion, it was a leading multinational automotive manufacturer and widely considered the best company in Spain.

Receiving the red-carpet treatment at the hotel was nothing new to him. Whenever he traveled around Spain, he always enjoyed this level of luxury and attention.

As he stood there, admiring the view, Reese was startled by the sudden ring of his iPhone. The caller ID displayed the name "Lee," one of his colleagues from the company who hailed from Wuhan, China.

Despite the interruption, Reese couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority, like a proud god walking among mere mortals. He smiled faintly, savoring the moment.

Despite his occasional rudeness, meanness, and irresponsibility, Reese was a charming young billionaire who dreamed of having a happy and complete family. He remained humble despite his wealth.

However, Reese's upbringing was marked by a broken family. His parents' marriage ended due to his mother's affair with Mr. Patterson, which led to his father filing for annulment. This left Reese to grow up without his mother's presence, resulting in a rough childhood.

Over time, Reese began to understand these experiences, but the pain from his parents' separation remained deeply ingrained in his heart.

If Reese's life can be defined by a single tragic event, it would be the day his mother left his father. Both he and his father were left wounded and scarred by this shared experience, and the memory creased Reese's forehead with a visible frown.

"¡Hola!" he said in a monotone voice. Despite his troubled past and the emotional scars it had left on him, he had been working hard to evolve and become a better person. Despite his failures, he longed to break free from the constraints of his complex and fragile history.

He dreamed of a future where he could leave his past behind entirely and move on without looking back. He yearned to be free from the shackles of his dark past.

"¿Cómo estás?" Lee asked over the phone.

"Bien, amigo," Reese replied.

He whispered to himself, "For Pete's sake, don't ever ask me if I'm okay with my failures in life." He was relieved that his friend hadn't broached the subject he was afraid of.

"I miss you, Reese. I haven't seen you this week in your office." Inquired the woman from the other line. As if, she knows anything about his life. A boss like him can decide whether he reports or not. It was a damn, his dad was always checking on him.

"Oh, sorry." She laughed, after realizing that Reese was the heir of MMC.

Reese replied, "It's okay, Nace. I miss you too," before letting out a sigh.

"I heard you sighing," Venace said, trying to engage him in conversation.

He remained silent, choosing not to respond.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" Lee asked, stuttering as he struggled with his Spanish. "You know, bro, you've been avoiding us. You're such a tado!" (Bastard) he added.

"That was impolite. You shouldn't talk like that to your boss. Or, you want me to fire you, asshole." He didn't mean it.

"I'm sorry, I'm tado (bastard), I'm sorry." Lee was very funny.

"¿Que te parece si Vamos al cine?" (How about the Spanish movies?) Venace suggested from the other line.

"Boring." Reese sighed and then opened another bottle of liquor.

"Wait, what are you doing now? I heard some splash." Nace asked.

"Wait, what are you doing now?" Nace asked.

"Drinking." He replied. "Alcohol probably washes away the pain in the heart."

"Is that so? Hmm... Don't drink too much, Reese, sir. " Nace became concerned.

Reese had to laugh as he figure out that worry flooded Venace's face. "I don't give a fuck at all."

From a long line, he could hear his friend sigh.

"Los vere mas tarde." (I'll meet you later.)

"¿Para Que hora?" (For what time) Reese shrugged and drew a snigger on his lips. "I want cigarettes after sex, man"

"Oh, why not, I'll find you some lonely lady too. Hmmm... would 7:30 suit you?"

"It's up to you," Reese replied then raised the bottle of strong liquor.

After a lengthy conversation with his friends, Reese set aside his iPhone. Later, he received a message from his father, Don Carlos, who was overseas. Don Carlos informed Reese that he needed to return to the Philippines to oversee the branch of their company in Quezon City for a temporary period.

Initially, Reese decided to stay in Madrid. However, he soon realized that he wanted to return home to escape the place where he had almost died. It had been two years since that incident, and Reese hoped to have the opportunity to meet the woman who had saved his life once again.

Despite hoping to meet the woman who had saved him again, Reese was disappointed to find that he had no such opportunity. He had experienced numerous heartbreaks during his time in Madrid and realized that it was time for him to start mending his broken heart. He didn't want to sit idly by and watch it deteriorate further. It was the perfect time for him to focus on regaining his strength and healing.

However, Reese was determined to find the woman who had saved his life. He believed that she deserved his admiration and perhaps even an expensive gift or a position in his company. The question remained: where could he find her?

Feeling uncertain and unable to come up with an answer, Reese hung his head in despair. Eventually, he decided to return to the Philippines, where his father and grandmother were waiting for him. However, he couldn't shake off the fear that his grandmother might ask about the expensive diamond proposal ring.

Reese had no idea where the ring was. All he could remember was that he still had it in his hand when he boarded their yacht in the Mediterranean two years ago. He was clueless about what was happening next.

The next day, Reese returned to the Philippines.

***

Philippines, Quezon City

In Medel's mansion, the mother and her son were flung arguments, like a politician in the debate room while, he, was silent for a full minute. He would prefer to be at the same level as those who work in their company. His status in life, money, wealth, name, and cars, do nothing can do with his humbleness. He's down to earth.

If his title as CEO of MMC is official. He is sure that he would not be able to focus due to the misty challenge of his past. His dad was still the president of the company, but Reese was heir to the position. It'll be tonight, the next days or weeks, and his family will announce it. There will be the grandest party for him. But he will not give a damn.

"You're talking nonsense, Carlos," cried the old woman. "Do you know, what your only son does in Spain?"

"Of course I do. I'm his father," Don Carlos proudly says.

"If you do why did you just let it go that way?"

Reese didn't say a word, he just kept himself busy eating.

"Why do you only report to MMC once a week, hijo?" the old woman asked Reese giving him a cold look. "Irresponsible. Philip told me," she added. She refers to his Daddy's brother who is based in Madrid, Spain.

He sighed. "Well..."

"But, Ma, your grandson also needs recreation, a little chill-out, hang out with girls. You know what my only child went through." Don Carlos chimed in and patted his son on the shoulder.

"Puñeta!" she cursed.

"Relax, Mama, the child is scared of you," babbled, Don Carlos.

I'm not a child anymore. Reese said inaudibly.

"Ojala estuviera de vacaciones."( I wish I was on vacation) He verbalized. He spoke up, expressing his dislike for the tense atmosphere. It wasn't the physical setting that was the issue, but rather the heated argument between the two individuals. The sound of utensils clashing and their raised voices only added to his discomfort. All he wanted was to leave and escape the situation for a while.

"Son, you're a CEO and you need to be responsible, if not then the company will-"

"But we have thousands of employees, Ma." Don Carlos interrupted. "The board directors-"

"Teach your son, Carlos, a lesson. Too young for the position." She looks annoying.

"I'm not the president at the moment," he said, smirking.

She patted her forehead. "Mi Dios. They will announce it later this evening." She guffawed.

"I don't give a f*ck!" he said belligerently.

"Language and tone, young man." She warned him.

Reese was silent. He didn't want to argue with her, and he didn't want to ask if bad language was forbidden in that mansion, why had she been swearing lately?

"How's Traje de Boda?" Don Carlos asked, changing the subject.

Reese sighed. He thinks his decision was sudden. When he was still in Madrid he met Nicky in a pub. She was tipsy and needed assistance. Reese found himself drawn to her energy and charm. They spent the night talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company.

Now, as he reflected on their encounter, Reese wondered if his decision to pursue Nicky was impulsive. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her, but he wondered if it was just physical or something more.

However, He was captivated by her beauty and found himself drawn to her alluring looks. Although he was initially enticed by her sexual energy, he soon realized that there was more to her than just physical attraction. Despite his initial reservations, Reese found himself falling for her and wanting to take care of her that night. As they talked and laughed together, he felt a deep connection with her and wondered if this was the start of something special.

To him, Nicky was a decent woman. She was very sexy and very feminine in her ways. He took care of her that night because the woman was inebriated. He wanted to take her home to her place but he did not know where the woman lived so he decided to temporarily take the woman home.

They f*cked, he thought it wasn't a sin to f*ck a woman while she was in deep inebriation. Nicky badly wanted it, he f*cked her in the living room, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, and in the middle of the staircase.

The next day when she woke up he was cooking something for her to eat, compensating for what he did at her last night, eating her and sucking her hell off.

Nicky is beautiful, and he found out that she was from somewhere in Makati City. The two became friends, and with her presence, he forget about Arexia. He eventually, forgets his shame.

He felt very loved because of Nicky's presence and she didn't disappoint him when he courted her. They enjoyed so much pleasure, whenever they were in any place, the mall, his office, in the garden.

Even in public places his fingers always worked to make a way to crease her undies and f*cked her off with his fingers. She always creates s*xual tension that he begged her to take his member deep inside her mouth, her tip tongue on his glans and tickling his balls.

She's a good sucker. She always creates sexual tension that he begged her to take his member deep inside her mouth, her tip tongue on his glans and tickling his balls. That's wow, the sensation and feeling of screaming and grabbing her hair, toe-curling, back arching. The feeling of his penis touching the back of her throat jolts him off. She's an oral s*x goddess.

Five months later he proposed to Nicky, and she didn't disappoint him again when she said yes to his proposal. That was his sudden decision. He doesn't know if his decision was right. Because it looks like they're in a relationship because of their body desire. He shook his head. Pervert, isn't it? but s*x is life for him, for his old self. He often hangs out with her naked, smoking while she bl*wjob him.

He consumed a stick of cigarette before he shot his load right down her throat. But if he likes how she plays with his balls and long, thick, hard member, he'll drop the cigarette and grab her head to s*ck him off. She drank as much c*m as possible. She likes it, that's why she was so sexy because she always swallowed his c*m.

"Everything is okay," he said without emotion.

"Finally, Hijo, your dream-"

"I wasn't dreaming about it. It's you guys who keep fantasizing," he said with bitterness. He longed for Arexia to be his wife, but he knew it was just a fairytale. Damn Arexia, she kept creeping into his thoughts.

He clenched his fists on his lap and stood up, turning his back on them. The topic they were arguing about at the dining table was making him unhappy. He hoped they wouldn't bring it up again. It was starting to wear on him mentally.

He sighed heavily and made his way upstairs to his room on the third floor of their mansion. As soon as he opened the door, he headed straight to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Forty minutes later, he emerged, fully dressed and looking sharp in his office suit. He ran his fingers through his hair to fix it just right.

He had an appointment to visit his father's staff at their company and MMC branch. When he walked down to the living room, he found only his grandmother there. He immediately asked her where his father was.

"He left earlier. He was in meeting business. Meeting a new investor from Canada, and I heard that MMC will be branching out again." She announced.

"Branch out again? Wait, where?" he inquired and sat down on the single sofa.

"In Israel and Thailand, Hijo."

He has no comment or judgment from what he hears.

"Lo siento Hijo (I'm sorry) I was so vehement." The old woman apologized for what she had said earlier at the dining table.

"Mi culpa," (My fault) he said smiling

"Please stay and visit them the next day. You're only here in the Philippines for two days, stay home. Tonight we will announce your official title and the key of responsibility will be handed to you. Your Dad will sign it. There's a big party for you tonight." She smiled.

"I miss the employees there and I'm sure they miss me too."

"It's your choice then." The old woman's consent seemed compelled. "Do you want me to call Ernesto so he can drive you to the company?" she refers to the family driver.

"No Gracias. I'll drive," he said and kissed his abuela's cheek.

"Adios. Hasta el noches." (See you tonight)

"Don't forget to buy me Uncle Tom's Cabin in the Mccollen bookstore. They're the best bookstore in the city. I bet you already know that."

"Roger that," Reese said with a wide smile.