Chapter 2 2

Part Two

Miggy gasped as his head suddenly tingled when he heard the ringing of the phone on the table by his head.

He winces and grunts under the blanket. He was still naked under the blanket and had a hangover. He just came home from camp yesterday but he went to the bar and he even managed to take a girl home to his pub. He's a Navy, Philippine Air force, defending the country, a Lieutenant General who's ready to bomb any country and ready to bomb any pussy. He just came home to rest and visit the company. He's an only son, owning various luxurious towers in the entire Metropolis and chains of restaurants and resorts, too. His mommy was already teasing him to visit so he allowed it. Another thing is that he misses his mother so he took a leave of absence for two months to be with his family, but the first night of his arrival was not in the mansion immediately, but instead on a woman's inner thigh.

And now his phone is screaming on the bedside table. For sure it's his Mom. His mother must be looking for him because he was gone all night. She must've been expecting to see him yesterday but no traces of his physique. How could he not escape from his sixty-five year old mother? He was still considered a baby even though he was thirty-four years old.

"Ah, shit!" he angrily cursed and tossed the cover off his body. He's ready to grab the phone but he pauses when he notices something beside him.

He looked at the woman sleeping soundly next to him and frowned. He stared intently at her face and studied every angle. He can't even remember the shadow of her face. He was that drunk last night, considering he hadn't tasted alcohol in a year. It's likely that if the girl he slept with last night was gay or looked like a monkey in a cage, he wouldn't care because he was so drunk. Better the woman is good-looking and has a very fair complexion, too. After all, it's rare that he will pick up a woman who looks like crumpled laundry in that bar because the people who go there and have fun have something to say in life.

He just didn't know if this one was a pretend socialite. The cheapest drink was a thousand where they met last night, a thousand, per glass. Yet, he still has to be so cautious next time.

Lesson learned, Miguel. Don't fuck a woman when you're overly drunk.

What if one day it will look like the Durian fruit, dressed sexily? He's been cheated. He's so hypersexual but he still chooses a woman. He's not just hitting on a random pierced girl whose face looks like she's been scrubbing a coconut. He wants fine women with pretty faces, willing to try anything in bed with him and willing to follow his orders when he says, on fours or come on and sit on my face.

But in his situation last night, he doesn't know if he even performed well. But it looks like it is because the woman next to him is even snoring because of exhaustion. And he felt so used, too. His muscles were even shaking until those times and he's familiar with that kind of feeling. He only feels tired the morning after sex if he's had eight rounds or more.

He realized that his phone already stopped ringing. He moves his eyes and stares at it, then it rings again. He picked it up completely and then looked at the name flashed on the screen.

He furrows when the name registers on his mind. Empress? His naughty adopted niece. He has a first cousin who had adopted. And it's Empress. He finally woke up and lost his sleep. The girl probably wouldn't recognize him if he didn't talk to her. And the question is, what does this little lady need from him?

Miggy swipes the screen to answer the call. "Empress," His raspy bedroom voice also registered in his own ears.

"Hi, Uncle." Empress greeted him tenderly.

Something is needed. Empress is his only niece, that's why even though she's only adopted, he thinks and treats her as a real niece, they love her very much and don't let her go.

"Yes, Empress?" he sounded so serious and he heard a giggle before she answered.

"Where are you, Uncle? Are you home? Mommy grandma said you were going home yesterday. Can I talk to you? Important, please."

He smiled and rested his hand on his forehead. His niece hasn't changed a bit. He hasn't seen her in two years, especially the child, but she still seems mischievous, even though, as far as he knows, she's eighteen now.

"Just coming home today. Why? Is there any problem? Is someone bullying the Empress of the family?" He tried to sound affectionate, but it still came off a bit commanding.

The girl laughed at him. It seems he's a bit clumsy with these sentimental matters. He's firm, brooding, and often arrogant – so bossy. Even as a child, he was already assertive, never bowing down or fearing anyone. Maybe that's why he traded his family's business for a military career. It suited him. He's unafraid of death and unafraid to kill. He pledged to protect not only his country but especially civilians in need.

"No, Uncle. I just want to talk to you personally, if you have time. There's someone who needs your company, and I know you'll never say no to her," Empress replied.

Her? He blinked, and It felt like his masculinity was challenged. His instincts reacted even before he saw anyone. Well, it's normal for him. He's an active guy, and let's just say, he's a hot-blooded mammal. It seems like any woman he finds interesting ends up in bed with him. But he has never been interested in getting married or having a formal girlfriend. He had one before, just once, and it wasn't repeated.

He loves being single, mingling with the opposite sex. He's not into deep relationships because, for him, girlfriends are toxic and demanding. As a commanding officer, he doesn't want to be commanded. Flirting and having one-night stands are better – no headaches, no relationship goals, no expectations, and most importantly, he can return to work whenever he wants. No one will stop him because there's no demanding woman chasing after him.

"Her? A woman?" he repeated to his niece, who quickly reacted.

"Hep! You can't interfere, Uncle Miggy. She's still a baby, and you're not allowed to court her. Flirting is off-limits. Just do your job. Please go home so we can talk. I'm here with Mommy Lola. Deal?"

Even though he couldn't see her, he knew his niece was grinning. He couldn't help but smile. He rarely smiles, and only his family can make that happen. It's not the toothy grin but a smile that seems to attract women.

"Deal. Give me ten minutes." That's it, and he canceled the call. If he kept talking to Empress, it might take longer.

He placed the phone on the table and quickly stood up. His eyes scanned the room for his scattered clothes, but the woman lying on the bed was staring at his private parts. She nibbled her lower lip with a naughty smile.

"Leaving so soon?" The woman asked seductively, sitting on the bed, not caring if the blanket fell; her large breasts were exposed, making him look.

his cock automatically hardened, but he ignored his body's reaction. He needed to go home. He never traded his job for a woman. Even if he was extremely aroused, he would leave a naked woman just to engage in a battle or fly a fighter jet with a bomb.

"I have to. Please fix yourself and leave," he replied indifferently to the woman, who pouted and slowly removed the blanket covering her nudity.

He grabbed his shirt, unable to recall how he ended up at his pub or where his car was, but he found the keys on the table.

"You're quite grumpy. Anyway, thank you. I had fun. My first time coming as hard as those," the woman beamed, hands on her waist, posing like a beauty queen.

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to scrutinize her. "those?"

"Yes, those. I had countless orgasms last night, and I don't think I could find a man like you again." She answered, walking across the room towards him.

Standing in front of him, she hooked her arms around his neck, gliding her palms across his shoulder blades, down to his arms.

"I'm glad to hear that. As far as I can remember, I was so drunk last night. Surprised I could still perform properly," he said seriously, grinning at the woman.

Her hands descended to his abdomen, caressing his abs and then lower. They stared at each other, measuring each other's gaze. He felt a tingling sensation inside. If he didn't owe anything to his niece, he'd indulge the woman for a day without reservations.

Exactly when the woman's hands groped his engorged penis, he stopped her by holding her hand.

"I'm in a hurry," Miggy stated, releasing his own manhood from her grip.

She gasped in disappointment as he turned away to grab his clothes, then entered the bathroom to clean himself. He was in pain, but he couldn't let Empress wait, let alone the person who needed his service. That's what he wanted – to feel needed and be ready to serve, even without payment.

What did he need? Not money; he had more than enough. Even if he despised those who didn't work, he still ate three times a day, guaranteed. The biggest disappointment he gave his father before he died was not being a businessman, managing the Alonde family's businesses. His dad hadn't forgiven him, but he was thriving, managing the family's businesses alongside his naval career in the Philippine Navy, a rank he proudly boasted.

He swore not to let his father's memory be tainted, proving himself worthy and showing he made the right career choice by providing the best help he could to those in need, accepting any kindness they could offer, even without expecting anything in return.