Chapter 3 3

Russell's POV:

"I really feel sorry for Sandra," Cole tsked after we dropped Sandra off at her house.

I shot him a quick glance before returning my focus to the road ahead. "Why?"

"Marga and I have been setting blind dates for her but none of it become successful. I don't know. She's pretty, just on the heavier side."

"I don't see anything wrong with her figure. She's pretty with those thick thighs and wide hips," I answered matter-of-factly.

That Sandra is beautiful in her own way. Her fair skin is flawless, making her rosy lips stand out. She has round amber eyes with thick eyelids framing them. When she smiles, even her eyes seem to smile. She's got high cheekbones that become more pronounced when she's grinning. Her small yet straight nose is quite noticeable. She's around 5'9 in height. When she stood up, our eyes almost leveled. So, it doesn't really matter if she has that kind of figure. She's tall, and her being curvy isn't too obvious.

There's a shyness about her, a hesitance in her movements, and a softness in her voice. It's as if she's extra careful in showing her actions to people she faces, fearing they might say something. Her movements exude grace and purity, too.

Funny, because within those few minutes I was looking at her, I already got the chance to study her face. She was attention-grabbing when I entered Marga's house. Swollen eyes, nose like a tomato because of its redness, and pouting lips. She looked like a woman who had just gone through a breakup.

"I know. But that's what most men see in her. You know how men are nowadays," Cole sighed deeply. "How about you, Russ? If I were to set you up with Sandra, would you like her despite her being a bit heavy?"

I glanced at him. He was looking at me, waiting for my answer. I shrugged after returning my gaze to the road.

"She's not fat. She's just big boned, Cole. I don't see anything wrong with her. Or her looks. But she's not my type. You know what my standards are when it comes to girls."

I'm not the type of person who mocks others. I also don't judge people based on their appearance. It's normal for a person, especially a guy, to have standards when it comes to their potential partner. But that doesn't mean I have a problem with how other people look.

Thank God I have a gorgeous sister. She doesn't experience being ridiculed based on her appearance.

"Yeah. Women with small busts but big behinds. Seriously? What is it that you like about women who have big butts?" Cole chuckled. His nonsense question snapped me out of my thoughts.

I laughed. "I love to slap them, man."

He laughed too. "Speaking of butts, just make sure nothing fishy happens later. I might end up seeing only women's behinds. Damn, I'll be in trouble with Marga if that happens."

I secretly grinned. Our friends prepared a bachelor party for Cole since he's getting married next week. What they arranged for him is beyond my knowledge. One thing's for sure, there won't be a shortage of women there.

One last fling for the upcoming groom.

"Make the most of it. Once you're married to Marga, you won't experience anything like this again," I teased.

"I wonder if that's the same reason you're going to tell me if you let me court your sister. What do you think, man?" Cole asked sarcastically.

I shot him a quick but stern look before raising my middle finger at him. He just barked a loud laughter that made me growl in annoyance.

This guy just couldn't get over my sister.

"See? I knew that would be your reaction. Though, I can't help but think, what if you really let me court her-"

"Then should I call Margarette now and tell her that you want to marry my sister instead of her?" I interrupted his daydream.

Tss. About to get married and still thinking about other women. This guy used to tell me how much he likes Shellie - my sister. Since high school, he'd always talk about how he likes her. Even when Shellie became a young woman, Cole never stopped bothering me about her. Thank God my sister's been in a relationship since her college days up to now. She's given Cole a reason to stop. Even if my sister weren't in a relationship, I still wouldn't allow any of my friends to court her. It's a bro code.

"Fuck you. I was just kidding," he retorted, a grumpy expression on his face. I just chuckled and continued driving.

Turns out he's afraid, too.

Cole repeatedly blew air out of his mouth in the elevator. I couldn't count how many times he had done it; it seemed like he had been wrapped in anticipation for ages. I raised an eyebrow at him, only to find him staring up at the floor indicator, lost in thought.

"What's going on with you?" I asked.

He blew a loud and deep breath once more. "Do you think Flavian has something crazy planned for me?"

"How would I know? Am I Flavian?" I pointed out, referring to our friend who had organized the party for this guy.

He shot me a look. "You jerk."

I chuckled. "Look, Cole. Whatever happens later, it's between us. Margarette won't find out. And besides, if you're acting all prissy, you'd think you're not used to mischief."

"I'm a changed man, dude."

My face distorted. "Changed man my ass."

The elevator dinged. Flavian had chosen the presidential suite to accommodate all of us, about ten bachelors, I guess. A regular room wouldn't do.

When we arrived in front of the suite's door, I immediately opened it. A group of guys greeted us. Most of them were our business friends, while others were college classmates. They chatted and held bottles of beer.

"The pussy fucking whipped is finally here!" Flavian's laughter filled the room, followed by the laughter of the others. Even Cole, grinning, raised his middle finger at Flavian.

"Asshat," he muttered before walking towards our friends. They all greeted him with pure sarcasm. Cole responded with a curse.

I followed suit and flopped down onto the soft couch. I leaned against the backrest and closed my eyes. I could feel exhaustion coursing through my veins from a day filled with work.

Father had handed me most of the company's projects, constantly giving orders. Being the eldest sometimes sucks. I handle almost everything. He doesn't want to burden my younger sister too much with work, believing that I can handle it all.

I was so sure a long time ago that my sister would just be a pain in the ass the moment she helped me manage our family business. Shellie is just too focused on Theus and their relationship. Sometimes, she'll suddenly take leave without notice. I'd only find out she's with her boyfriend.

"You son of a bitch! You won't go home to your penthouse without getting drunk," Flavian quipped, pulling me from my thoughts. My heavy eyes turned to them.

Cole shrugged. "That's fine. I knew that was going to happen, which is why I didn't bring my own car. I have my own driver," he said, looking at me with a smug expression.

My raised eyebrow was accompanied by a raised middle finger. Our friends all laughed.

"So, Russ, you're a driver now!" one of our friends teased in a mocking tone.

I rolled my eyes. "Unfortunately."

All our heads turned towards the door as it opened, revealing Damian. In one hand, he held a small paper bag, which I assumed contained expensive alcohol.

"Am I late?" he asked, walking in directly.

"Late my ass, fucker. What did you do to Sandra?" Cole immediately demanded once Damian sat beside me.

I chuckled. Was that his immediate response?

Damian looked at me, brows furrowed slightly, before returning his gaze to Cole. "Who's Sandra?"

Some of our friends laughed.

"With all the girls you go through, you can't remember them all. Cole, who's Sandra?" Flavian added to the teasing.

I lazily rested my elbow on the couch's armrest, using my clenched fist to support my head. I looked at Damian with boredom, and he seemed confused while looking at Cole.

I let out a sigh. "Your blind date."

It took him a few seconds to realize who I was talking about. He paused before a smirk formed on his lips.

"Oh, you mean Sandra the fat girl?" Damian mocked.

I arched my left brow, staring intently at him. My clenched fist remained at my temple as I observed the mocking grin on his face.

"Fuck you, dude. If I had known you were going to insult Sandra like that, I wouldn't have introduced you to her with Marga. You made her cry," Cole hissed, his irritation evident in his voice.

Damian sighed. "Your fault. You didn't tell me that you and your fiancée were setting me up with a woman whose arms are bigger than mine. Yes, she's pretty. There's no doubt about that. But, damn it, Cole! Never in my life have I liked someone with that type of body. She's like a wrestler! If my ex saw her, she'd probably laugh at me. Sandra's not exactly for display!"

Cole tossed a throw pillow in his direction. It hit his face with a loud thud, causing him to swear.

"Then get a fucking Barbie doll!" Cole retorted. "You embarrassed us in front of everyone."

Damian didn't respond and just shook his head. For some reason, I wanted to smack him for talking about Sandra that way. I really didn't like it when I heard guys being so insulting towards women. I felt sorry for Sandra. If it weren't for the potential awkwardness, I might have hit Damian myself. I didn't care about Sandra. I just thought that she deserved some respect.

The celebration began shortly after. I was right to expect an onslaught of alcohol. Knowing my friends, they loved to drink. The kind that wouldn't stop until they were all completely hammered.

I joined in with them, though I felt the alcohol hit me faster due to my exhaustion from work. I could tell my companions felt the same; most of us managed companies.

I downed the shot in my glass, which contained a new type of alcohol, and slammed it forcefully onto the center table. I closed my eyes as the fiery liquid coursed through my stomach.

When I opened my eyes, I pulled out my phone from my pocket and unlocked it. I tapped the messaging app and started typing a message.

Me:

Are you free?

Less than a minute after I sent my message, her reply quickly chimed on my phone.

Shane:

I'm always free when it comes to you, Russ.

I grinned. I met Shane in one of the events I attended months ago. Just what I always like, her big butt got my attention. She's tall like me and looked elegant in her black see-through dress. The way she looked at me that night, I knew that she's up to something. I wasn't wrong when she approached me to introduce herself. I was a bit turned off by her move. She didn't even wait for me to approach her and make an introduction.

And then I realized that most women today are fierce and wild. There are only a few who are demure and simple. Very few.

Shane and I don't have a relationship. We're just simply fuck buddies. I like her. She likes me. But no love involved. No complications. No problems. When either of us craves intimacy, a simple text and she'd come right away. She's fine with that setup, too. She's not demanding and doesn't seek anything in return like other women. That's why I like her even more. She's too cool to be true.

Me:

Grand Hyatt Manila. Text me when you're here.

Shane:

On my way, sexy. :)

"You're grinning like an idiot again, Russell! I'm going to guess. Is that Shane?" Flavian asked, snapping my attention away from my phone.

The edges of my lips turned upward. "Who else?"

"Why don't you take her seriously? She's pretty. Comes from a wealthy family. Smart, too. What else do you want?" another friend of ours asked.

"Not wife material, man," was my simple reply.

Cole laughed. "Unlike Marga. Beautiful and sexy, and wife material. I'm such a lucky son of a bitch-"

Cole stopped talking abruptly when the lights suddenly went out. At the same time, red lights illuminated from where our source of light was.

"You son of a bitch, Flavian! What kind of nonsense is this again!?" Cole exclaimed, clearly annoyed.

We all laughed. As if we were all thinking the same thing. Even if no one said it out loud, we knew what might happen later.

In the midst of the red light, we saw the door open. Some of us moved aside as the women entered one after the other, wearing outfits that only covered the most sensual parts of their bodies.

"Oh, shit! You've got to be kidding me..." Cole whispered in bewilderment.

"This is your last taste, buddy. Don't worry, no one's getting out," Flavian said.

The four women moved towards Cole. They were all wearing masks that concealed their faces and identities. They walked slowly, matching the sensual rhythm of the music around us.

We can get a little crazy just for fun

Just for fun

Don't even try to hold it back

Just let go

Tie me up and take me over

Till you're done

Till I'm done

You've got me fiendin'

And I'm ready to blow

Cole's eyes widened in shock as the girls gathered around him, caressing him in his most private parts. He didn't know where to touch, so Flavian guided his hands to one of the girl's behinds. We burst into laughter.

Small butt.

Hold me up against the wall

Give it till I beg

Give me some more

Make me bleed, I like it rough

Like it rough, rough, rough

Push up to my body

Sink your teeth into my

Flesh

"Fuck," he cursed, which made us laugh. "My fiancée will kill me for this!"

"One last ride, man. That's alright," Flavian said, unable to stop laughing.

Cole used to be a playboy. He only changed when he met Margarette. Marga is too strong-willed, which is why I understand why he acts this way now. He's afraid of her. But I know that he's so much in love with her. They're getting married, after all.

My phone vibrated in my hands, interrupting my view of them. I opened it immediately and found a message from Shane.

Shane:

Lobby.

Me:

Got it.

I locked my phone and pushed myself off the couch. Since my friends were all busy watching the show, I slipped out of the room easily. They didn't even notice me making my way out.

I stepped into the elevator and went down to the lobby. I wasn't surprised that Shane arrived here quickly. Her condo is just nearby.

Minutes later, the elevator stopped. It opened, and I immediately stepped out. My lips formed a smile when I saw Shane sitting elegantly on the couch, reading a magazine. Her creamy, long legs were crossed. Even from a distance, you could see how smooth they were. Her blonde, layered hair flowed around her shoulders. She was only wearing a white floral dress, but she still exuded sex appeal.

When she sensed my presence, she raised her head, and our eyes met. She smiled and stood up. I grinned. The moment I reached her, I snaked my arm around her slender waist and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss that lasted a minute.

"What can I do for you, sexy?" Shane asked playfully, biting her plump lips. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me.

The corner of my mouth twitched. I caressed her smooth cheek with my thumb. "Pleasure me," I murmured.