Chapter 3 Two

Greetings and welcome. Reese was not mistaken in thinking that the employees in the company miss him he treats them all. He was so kind. Even though he is the son of a billionaire. He always put himself in others' shoes. He chose to be humble because that was the right thing to do. But Reese is unlucky when it comes to love. Was it a curse on his bloodline?

Reese also sometimes dreams of meeting a sensible woman unlike Arexia back then. It's unfortunate that he no longer has the diamond ring he had intended to use to propose to Nicky. Regardless of Nicky's personality or characteristics, if she's willing to have a child with Reese, she deserves to wear an expensive ring.

Reese has considered surrogacy as a potential option, as it may be the easiest way for him to have a child. He could search for an unemployed woman who meets his criteria and pay her a large sum of money, as long as her genes are suitable. But he was too young for that. It's his family that forced him to get married and have a child.

When he was alone in his private office, he would occupy himself with writing. The writing was Reese's first love, and he poured his heart and soul into his stories, often exploring themes of love and bitterness.

At six o'clock, Reese left his office and headed to the McCollen Bookstore to purchase "Uncle Tom's Cabin," which his grandmother had requested he buy. He already has what he is looking for and he needs to find other best-selling books.

Don Carlos advised him to have a personal security guard, warning of the potential danger of being kidnapped by large gangs. Reese thought it was a frivolous suggestion and didn't see the need for a guard to accompany him everywhere he went.

However, he considered the possibility of being kidnapped. Yet, if he's kidnap and the kidnapper asked for ransom, well, he will give what they asking for, without letting know Don Carlos his son is kidnap. Easy as that.

La Ultimo Memorias he thought. Well, that was a good novel and worth reading. It will help him to sharpen his imagination as a novelist. He was not disappointed and he found what he was looking for. But there was only one book left.

And he was too lucky. He was about to pick up the book but suddenly there was a hand first holding the body of the book. He held that hand so firmly. Yes, so firmly and he seems to have no intention of letting it go. No way I was the first one who touched it! he said to himself.

"It's mine," he said casually.

"Yours? How can you say so? Well, I touched it first. Now let go of my hand. My hand you're clutching 'stupid!" a gentle voice.

The woman's voice was familiar to him but a part of his memory did not work to get an anamnesis. But the tone of her voice seems to connect him to something in his past, he wasn't sure what it was. Maybe he lost it and every part of him wanted to excavate the memories.

He looked up at the woman whose cute and sweet smile greeted him. She looks decent and based on her external appearance the woman looks smart and honorable Ms-honorable and hell I care putty-head! he whispered.

"Damn get it then," he said letting go of her hand and then walking away. But the truth is he was not comfortable in the position of their hands.

"Let me guess," she began thinking "You're a novelist right? I saw your picture in one of the novels here entitled 'Love at Eiffel' and I bought it." She smiled.

The smile seemed familiar to the young man. He wants something to drift or flash on his memories. But it won't work. Reese's memory didn't work. Woe. "Oh gracias, señora."

"I want an autograph. Your signature will do, Please." She smiled as she handed her a little cute notebook and a ballpoint pen. He quickly did what she wanted.

"Gracias señor."

Not wanting to have any further conversation. Reese went on searching for bestselling novels.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Medel."

"H-how did you know my last name?" he asked turning his back on her again.

The beautiful woman chuckled then she raised the novel. The novel belongs to Reese.

"Ah, I see," he said like a fool. But he felt that the woman knew him, and he also has feelings that he knew her. It was as if something was awakening in him when he saw the woman's appearance. It could be distant memories.

"And you're CEO too, I know, who can't? Everyone recognized you even if you dress simply. Young Billionaire. But people nowadays only care about celebrities, they often talk about billionaires, but they didn't care." she said interestingly.

Reese guessed that the girl read a lot about the author, about him. Well, it's a natural thing. But reading about the author's information wasn't his thing. Reese smiled slightly and then went straight to the counter.

***

Reese let out a deep sigh of relief as he sat in the driver's seat of his car. He was grateful that he had thought ahead and brought his car with him that morning, given the heavy rainfall outside. However, that seemed to be the only stroke of luck he had experienced today.

As he drove past the Aijaxlife bar, where his friend Matt worked as a bartender, Reese caught a glimpse of a woman standing outside in the pouring rain. She was without an umbrella or a raincoat, holding a book tightly to her chest.

"Ugh, not her again," Reese muttered to himself. He recognized her as the same woman who had caused him anxiety in the bookstore a while ago. Despite his little frustration, he couldn't help but notice how she looked like a character straight out of a storybook, with her soaking-wet hair and a helpless expression on her face. His innocent heart does pour a little concern for her, as she seems familiar to him.

As Reese stepped out of his car, he couldn't help but notice the woman looking back at him. It was a strange coincidence, but their eyes met and they both seemed to be caught off guard. At that moment, Reese felt a flutter in his chest as he gazed into her eyes.

He couldn't deny the sparkle in her eyes, and the way they seemed to tease him and draw him in. Despite being a grown man, Reese found himself unable to control his racing heartbeat.

As she smiled at him, Reese felt a warmth spread through his body. Her smile was gentle and romantic, and it caused his eyebrows to furrow in a way that formed two colliding rainbows.

At that moment, Reese realized that he was captivated by this woman and couldn't resist the pull she had on him. He whispered a quiet "thanks" to himself, for his heart had found the escape way in Cupid's garden that moment.

She smiled. "You again."

"Why? Have you seen an Enchanto?" Reese replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, so gorgeous Enchanto. He's already in front of me," she said, smirking.

"One."

"Two," she rambled.

"I'll throw you out of here. Wait and see." He warned her.

"Yes, and I'll wait," she grinned.

"Mi Dios. I can't believe that I found some meshuga people like her in this place." He verbalized.

"Crazy?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Want this book?" she refers to the book she hugged

ed innocently.

Reese shook his head firmly, refusing to give in to her request. "I can't say yes to that. Just read the book so you can learn something from it. You're gripping it so tightly that you might tear the cover. You were quick to grab it earlier, don't waste your effort," he advised her sternly, hiding the fact that he secretly desired the book for himself. There was something in that particular chapter that he needed to read.

But despite his reluctance, the woman persisted with a smile. "Then give me your number," she suggested.

Reese was taken aback. "What for?" he asked, confused.

"So that when I'm finished with the book, I can let you know and you can borrow it from me," she explained with an innocent smile.

Reese hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should give out his number to a stranger. But there was something about her that he found intriguing, and he couldn't resist the temptation to learn more about her. Eventually, he asked for her cell phone and type his number, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of seeing her again.

He paused midway and looked up at her. "But," he said, his voice low and hesitant, "I'm a very private person. I prefer to keep my identity under wraps, especially in public places." He let out a heavy sigh as if the weight of his secret was too much to bear.

"My name is Zev," she reminded him, trying to ease the tension. "And everyone recognizes you, so it's not like you can hide forever. Everyone knows you as a CEO and best-selling author." She couldn't help but notice the doubts in his voice, though. Was he hiding from something or someone? Or from a mistake and waves of shame? Maybe it had to do with his wealth or his status as a CEO. She was intrigued but didn't want to pry.

"Ah," he groaned and finish typing his number in her cell phone. "Thanks, You have a beautiful name." His comment caught her off guard, and she blushed slightly.

"Gracias," she replied with a smile.

"Sounds like rolling in the deep." He added with laughing.

"I don't give a f*ck," she said looking at the wristwatch she was wearing. "Oh, sorry for my language, man."

"Oh, need a lift?"

"No gracias. I'm waiting for my friend to pick me up here."

"Tell me where you are going, and I'll drop you."

"No thanks, even I want to ride in one of the most expensive cars in your company."

"Let's go."

"Hmmm... I said thanks."

"Let's go, I consider it impolite since I'm willing but you refuse it."

"No thanks." She smiled.

Reese couldn't do anything no matter how hard he tried. Her friend came and was ready to pick her up. He gave Zev his cellphone number.

"I'll message you later so you can save my number too." She stepped to where her friend parked the car

"Sure, but the book, hah. I'll see you." He bid and gazed at his car then entered the bar. Women who were adoring him stared at him as he walked towards the counter.

Instead of attending the party to celebrate his inauguration as the new executive president at the main branch of MMC, he decided to check into a nearby hotel to unwind and recharge. The thought of being surrounded by people, all vying for his attention, was overwhelming. He needed a break from the constant demands of his new position.

The idea of the party made him anxious, and he couldn't shake the feeling of pressure and expectation weighing down on him. As soon as he arrived at the hotel, he made his way to his room and locked the door behind him.

He took off his suit and walked into the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He felt exposed and vulnerable, standing there naked with his flaccid member hanging between his legs. He couldn't help but wonder if he was ready for the responsibility that came with his new role, and if he had what it took to lead the company to success.

He stared at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but admire the smooth patch of hair on his chest that trailed down towards his navel. He looked like a model from a high-end fashion magazine. The thought made him smile to himself.

He stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade over his head and down his body. For a moment, he closed his eyes and savored the feeling of the water running over his skin. He sat down on the cool tiles of the shower floor, feeling the water envelop him in a soothing embrace.

The next morning, he drove back to the mansion. As he got out of his car, he saw her grandma standing at the front door with her hands on her hips, a stern look on her face.

"You look like a mannequin with that fancy hair and all those expensive clothes." He smirked.

His eyes were drawn to her distinctively arched eyebrow. She was a woman of a certain age, with a no-nonsense demeanor that made her seem both intimidating and comforting at the same time. Despite her old-fashioned ways, she was a beloved figure in the community of that mansion, known to all as 'Grandma of Medel's- a term of endearment that transcended bloodlines.

In a firm voice, she confronted him about his behavior the previous night. "You were at the bar, drunk," she declared.

He couldn't help but wonder who had ratted him out to his grandmother. She had a way of finding out things that others might have kept hidden. "Grandma, who told you?"

But she wasn't interested in playing games. "Why don't you come home early, hijo?" she chided him gently. "The party was a huge success - you would have enjoyed it if you had been here."

He felt a pang of regret for missing out on the festivities but tried to brush it off. "The important thing is that you've made the announcement you wanted to make," he said, hoping to change the subject.

"I'm sorry, but I really couldn't care less if your little party almost killed you with happiness last night," Reese said with a grin.

Grandma looked at him with disappointment. "That's a cruel thing to say, Reese."

"I'm just being honest," he shrugged. "Anyway, here's your copy of Uncle Tom's Cabin."

"Thank you very much," Grandma replied in Spanish, taking the book from him.

"You're welcome. I hope you learn something from it,"

Grandma shook her head, but before she could say anything else, Reese turned his back and walked away.

As he headed towards the door, he heard her call out, "You're going to see your dad today, remember?"

"I'm not going to see anybody. Let me alone." He wasn't interested. Not at all. He'd better jerk off than talk to someone. When he reached his room he threw himself on his bed.

Reese had been eagerly looking forward to sharing exciting news with his fiancée, Nicky. From wedding invitations to her Traje de Boda that were ready to ship from France, everything was falling perfectly into place. However, when he attempted to call her, he was met with disappointment as her number was unreachable.

Despite this setback, Reese refused to let negative thoughts consume him. Instead, he chose to remain optimistic, trusting in the power of destiny to guide him toward his dreams. He felt a sense of fulfillment knowing that he was fulfilling the wish of his Dad. With this conviction in his heart, he felt empowered to tackle any challenge that came his way.

Out of nowhere, Zev's image popped into his head. He couldn't help but marvel at her beauty - it was as if her alluring features had suddenly etched themselves into his mind. Her flawless skin and gentle demeanor left him captivated. However, he couldn't help but notice that her style reminded him of Tibo (lesbian)

As he recalled their encounter from yesterday, he couldn't shake off the feeling of familiarity that he felt towards Zev. It seemed impossible that he could have met her before, yet the feeling lingered.

He couldn't help but think back to a similar encounter with a lady who had once saved him from a difficult situation-in the Mediterranean.

Despite his confusion, he knew that he couldn't ignore the allure of Zev's beauty. As he tried to make sense of his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her, inexplicably.

Reeling from the memories of a dark past, he knew that he couldn't continue living in the shadows of his past experiences. It was time to take control and mend the broken pieces of his life that had been shattered by the cruel twists of fate.

With a heavy sigh, he attempted to reach out to Nicky once more, but to no avail. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease as his calls went unanswered.

He knew that he couldn't let the uncertainties of life hold him back any longer. The past had taught him that life was unpredictable, and one could never be too sure of what lay ahead.

However, he was determined not to let this stop him from chasing his dreams. He knew that he had to break free from the chains of his past and create a brighter future for himself.

As he reflected on his life, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the lessons that his past experiences had taught him. He now knew that he had the strength and resilience to overcome any obstacle that life threw his way.

With this newfound sense of purpose and determination, he was ready to take on the world, one challenge at a time.

However, for hundred times, he tried again calling Nicky, but he was dismayed as her cellphone remained unreachable. What's wrong with her?