Billionaire's December Despair

The road was busier than the entrepreneurs opening their various stores and establishments. However, no one was more preoccupied than , who had been rushing about since early morning on this crucial day.

He flagged down a taxi, boarded it, and disembarked, repeating the process. But suddenly, the course of his life, which had been the same for several days, took an unexpected turn.

A loud honk interrupted his stride across the road. Startled, he glanced up, causing his stack of resumes and application letters to go flying, along with the precious regular McCafe Hot Coffee he had been sipping, which jolted him awake as it spilled onto his pristine white long sleeves.

As he stooped to pick up the scattered papers, an elderly driver stepped down from the bus that had stopped him in his tracks. The old man observed Osiris, as if assessing the young man's physical appearance: tall, handsome, fair-skinned, and with a well-built physique. These were the only things Mr. Cesar noticed about him, wasting no time because he had something urgent to chase.

"Are you looking for a job?" he asked Osiris upon noticing the scattered resumes and application letters on the pavement. He stretched again that swollen side of his neck when he felt the after effects of the vase her wife hammered him earlier.

"Yes," Osiris replied, and then the sound of a car horn, loud and insistent, reached his ears, followed by another and another.

"Do you know how to drive this?" Mr. Cesar tapped his Bugatti.

"Yes, I do!" Osiris replied quickly, thrilled that a seemingly kind and wealthy man was offering him an opportunity. In contrast, the drivers behind them, blocked by the car, were not happy at all.

"Then you're hired." Cesar tossed the car key to Osiris. With a smile, Mr. Cesar invited the young man to get into the car, and they hurriedly drove away.

Osiris started the car, eager to get away from the relentless honking of the impatient drivers they had disrupted during their brief conversation. He was happy because this had been his previous job, but he had been let go due to workforce reductions. He had been one of the lucky ones chosen to be let go, and that luck had led him to meet Mr. Cesar.

"I'm driving a bit slow," Mr. Cesar remarked, gazing at Osiris as he maintained a moderate pace behind the wheel.

"What should I do, Sir?" Osiris inquired.

"Speed up," came the response.

"Alright."

After a brief moment of Osiris accelerating at a faster pace, something he was accustomed to because he often drove at the speed he preferred, Mr. Cesar seemed content.

"Good. You drive faster than my previous driver." Mr. Cesar nodded, but soon his brow furrowed, and he focused on the road and the vehicles ahead of them.

"Why isn't he driving for you?" Osiris asked, curiosity getting the best of him, although he regretted it almost immediately as he felt somewhat out of place conversing with someone of Mr. Cesar's stature.

"THERE! That's them!" Cesar exclaimed loudly, causing Osiris to jump and nearly slam on the brakes.

"Where, Sir?" Osiris asked anxiously, scanning the road for the reason behind Cesar's sudden outburst and mixed emotions.

Cesar confirmed what he was referring to with a tremor in his voice, "That black car with the license plate PAQ-3435."

"Did he steal your car, Sir?" Osiris asked, starting to overtake the vehicles blocking their way to get a better view of what Cesar was pursuing.

"Not just the car, my wife too," Cesar stated without hesitation, his gaze never leaving his fleeing spouse and her lover, who was also their driver.

"Motherfucker," Osiris muttered, unable to contain his shock and anger upon learning this.

"Yeah, damn motherfucker indeed," Cesar concurred, "Looks like they even took my attaché case."

Those two had some nerve, Osiris thought to himself.

"What about your kids, Sir? Are they safe?" Osiris finally managed to ask. Why is he even asking him? Is this his way to ease himself from anxiousness? He shook his head and tsk-tsked again.

"They took them too..." Cesar replied, surprising his conversational partner, "...their child."

Osiris could only shake his head, again, in disbelief and remained silent. He is so unlucky, he thought to himself, again.

"My wife got pregnant by our chauffeur," Cesar revealed, allowing Osiris to pass other vehicles trying to get ahead of them.

"Wow! So why are we still chasing them, Sir?" Osiris asked, his nervous heart pounding faster.

Cesar pulled out a gun.

"O-kay...?" Osiris stammered, shifting his gaze between the fleeing cars and the pointed gun in Cesar's hand.

"Do you know how to shoot?" the boss inquired, caressing the gleaming gun, which appeared brand new.

"Yes, Sir," Osiris responded quickly, even faster than the Bugatti he was driving. Nervousness coursed through him. Oh, what the fuck is going on? His words at the back of his head is driving the hell out of him.

"Good." His boss remained composed. "In 2 kilometers, we'll reach the mountain trail, and that's when you'll use your gun."

Mountain trail... use my gun, huh? Are we going to execute some action scenes from a Tom Cruise or James Bond movie here? He swept all those thoughts.

"Yes, Sir." Osiris knew that at this moment, Cesar wanted to seek revenge against his unfaithful wife through violence.

Once more, Mr. Cesar spoke, determined in his plan to deal with the two betrayers, "Don't be afraid, my boy! I've got your back. I'll reward you handsomely, with an early bonus of up to a million dollars, if you satisfy me with your performance."

Osiris swallowed hard. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into. He hoped he wouldn't come to harm, but at this point, there was little he could do. He desperately needed the money to redeem the title to his family's mortgaged house and land. It was the only inheritance left by his deceased parents, and if he lost it, it would feel like losing half his life.

But just as the lives of his parents had been lost, there were other lives teetering on the brink of loss at this moment.

"It's karma time! Bitches! Who-hoo!" Mr. Cesar yelled, a far cry from the composed and affluent man Osiris had met earlier. It was as if he had transformed into someone else entirely.

Gunshots rang out, led by Cesar. Osiris, on the other hand, struggled to decide what to prioritize-should he steer the car, return fire on Cesar's command, or dodge the bullets coming their way?

"Sir, they have guns too!" Osiris exclaimed, his hands trembling as if his pounding heart had relocated to his wrists.

"Yeah, you're right." Cesar holstered his gun once more. "I wish I hadn't taught my wife how to shoot. Turns out she's using it against me too. But okay, they've really pissed me off. Just focus on driving and avoiding the bullets. I've got this shit."

Cesar now held a large rifle while Osiris clutched the steering wheel of the Bugatti. Once Cesar was sure of his target, he unleashed a series of shots at the pursuing vehicle, resulting in an explosion. The flaming wreckage tumbled down the side of the cliff, near the ocean below, at the base of the mountain road, carrying Cesar's unfaithful wife and the child of their former family driver.

Osiris watched the car roll down, flames and smoke billowing around it, a tragic end to a tangled web of deceit and revenge.

"Thank goodness we're not married," Mr. Cesar breathed a sigh of relief. He took a deep breath and said, "Let's go home."

The two remained silent throughout the journey back to Mr. Cesar's supposed residence. The only sounds were the soothing voice guide from Google Maps, providing directions to ensure Osiris didn't get lost in this unfamiliar territory.

Once they arrived, Osiris couldn't help but feel a sense of vertigo as he gazed up at Cesar's towering mansion. It was the first time he had ever seen such a colossal house in real life. They walked together for a few minutes, and what puzzled Osiris was the absence of any other household staff or security personnel at Mr. Cesar's home.

"It's hard to trust. You might be wondering why I don't have any attendants, right? My own wife and the only trusted servant I had betrayed me," Cesar said as he led the way.

Osiris couldn't blame his employer, knowing the details of what had transpired, based on Cesar's revelations earlier. He had never expected this kind of welcome when he took on this new job.

Cesar's question about Osiris' commitment hung in the air, leaving Osiris with a sense of unease. He gave a reserved nod, signifying his determination to see this job through.

The next inquiry, however, caught Osiris off guard. Cesar asked, "Do you know how to cook?" It was clear that Osiris was taken aback by the question. His hesitation didn't escape Cesar's notice, prompting him to press further, "Well, do you?"

The weight of potential unemployment bore down on Osiris, and he responded hurriedly, "I do, Sir!" Fear of losing this newfound opportunity gnawed at him.

"Good. Go to the supermarket and buy what you need. Just call me when the food's ready. I'll be resting in my room," Cesar instructed before leaving Osiris to face the impending culinary challenge.

Osiris sat behind the wheel, his thoughts a whirlwind of doubt and uncertainty. How on earth was he going to prepare a meal for someone as discerning and wealthy as Cesar? He could barely fry an egg properly most times, let alone craft a meal worthy of this new employer.

It was as if history were replaying itself.

As Osiris navigated the car down the road, he couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. The scenario mirrored the earlier incident when a woman had suddenly darted across the road, causing Osiris to slam on the brakes, his heart pounding in his chest as he narrowly avoided a collision.

"Hey, are you even paying attention to where you're going?" the young woman scolded as soon as Osiris stepped out of the car.

Is she also looking for a job? Osiris wondered to himself. Without beating around the bush, he asked the young woman, "Do you know how to cook?"

"Yes!" the young woman replied abruptly. "Wait, are you crazy?"

Osiris had anticipated the girl's reaction, given the seemingly random question he had just thrown at her. "No, but I need your help. Can you come with me? Where are you heading?"

"That's none of your business!" the girl retorted, her irritation still evident on her face.

"I'll pay you for the entire day; please, help me," Osiris pleaded desperately. He was determined not to let this job slip away, especially when it was right within his grasp.

"You're not a bad person, are you?" the young woman asked, sensing the urgency in Osiris' plea.

Osiris reassured her with a sincere "No."

"You seem trustworthy enough, okay," the girl finally conceded, her initial reluctance giving way to understanding.

Osiris explained his predicament to her, and she chuckled, finding his problem rather simple. They introduced themselves, quickly developing a sense of trust. It was amazing how quickly they seemed to connect.

Summer asked Osiris about his employer's dietary preferences-whether he was vegan, vegetarian, or something else entirely. Osiris couldn't provide a clear answer, so they decided to prepare both a vegetable dish and a meat dish to cover all bases.

"Why do we have to shop at this mall?" Summer questioned, well aware of the higher prices compared to typical markets.

"From the looks of it, boss Cesar doesn't seem like someone who eats stuff bought from the local market or an ordinary grocery store," Osiris confidently asserted.

"That's what you said," Summer retorted as they made their way to the supermarket.

They began to pick out items, with Osiris grabbing things and Summer returning them to their proper places.

"You know, Dallas... you should just push the cart and let me handle this. You're just getting in the way," Summer suggested, growing slightly annoyed by Osiris' actions.

"Sorry," he replied, "and sorry, it's Osiris, not Dallas."

"Okay," Summer replied without glancing at Osiris, focusing on selecting the best vegetables.

"Summer," Osiris called out.

"Yes, what?" Summer turned to face him, holding a bunch of carrots lightly.

"I just showed you the right way to say people's names," Osiris teased, giving her a smirk that caused her to roll her eyes in annoyance.

"Whatever, Dallas... Osiris... meh!" Summer exclaimed, tossing the carrots playfully at Osiris' face.

Fortunately, Osiris' reflexes proved swifter than the airborne carrots. He effortlessly snatched them out of the air with a single, deft hand. In a matter of minutes, their shopping cart had become laden with groceries, a testament to their efficiency.

"Are you finished, Ms. Summer?" Osiris inquired.

"Yes, let's head to the checkout and pay," Summer replied.

Osiris promptly guided their cart toward the checkout lanes. He kept an eye on the time, mindful that his employer might be growing hungry or impatient. It was crucial for him to demonstrate his competence, securing his newfound employment.

"Thank goodness the lines aren't too long," Osiris remarked as they exited the mall, the cart of groceries a testament to their successful mission.

As they reached the parking area, Summer inquired, "Is your workplace nearby?" Her question held a note of earnest curiosity as Osiris loaded the groceries into the car's backseat.

"Yes, it's quite close. You won't have to worry about motion sickness or feeling nauseous," Osiris playfully quipped, earning himself a light shoulder slap from Summer.

"Tsk, as if!" Summer retorted, rolling her eyes at Osiris. She appreciated his polite gesture of holding the car door open for her as she settled into the passenger seat.

With everyone aboard, Osiris took his place behind the wheel. Without further ado, he steered the car away from the mall, dictating the speed as he saw fit, the engine's purring a quiet backdrop to their ride.

"Are you always this fast when you drive?" Summer asked, only now fastening her seatbelt.

"Fast? Do you think so?" Osiris inquired, seemingly unfazed by the question.

With their journey feeling like a high-speed race, Summer sat in silence, her lips sealed, while Osiris seemed to be in his element, singing along with the music emanating from the speakers.

"We're here," he announced abruptly, slamming on the brakes, which took Summer by surprise. Fortunately, she was still wearing her seatbelt.

They exited the car, and Summer patiently waited for Osiris to retrieve the groceries.

"Wow, your employer must be rich, huh? Glad he hired you."

"Why wouldn't he? I look trustworthy, right?"

"Looks can be deceiving."

Osiris accompanied Summer to the kitchen, where they began their preparations. He watched in awe as she effortlessly cooked. He didn't do much except marvel at her culinary skills. When everything was ready, and they were about to sit down to eat, Summer received a phone call.

"I have to go, Osiris."

"Lucky thing you finished; you're amazing! Thank you, by the way. Um, can I ask for a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Can I have your number? In case I need help-"

"Sh-shh..." Summer took Osiris' phone, which he was just handing to her, and swiftly typed something. Then she returned the phone, giving it a playful tap against Osiris' chest. "Here."

"Bye!" Osiris said, waving to her, but Summer didn't acknowledge him. She waved back, though she didn't face him and continued walking.

"Thanks again!" Osiris called out as a parting shot, but he received no response from Summer. Nonetheless, he waved goodbye, grateful for the assistance she had provided.

Osiris raced up the staircase, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air as he mentally reviewed the meticulous preparations he had made.

"Sir Cesar, it's time to eat," he announced, knocking on the grand door to his employer's bedroom.

"Okay," came the reply from behind the closed door.

Descending to the lavish dining area, Osiris was greeted by the sight of Mr. Cesar already seated, poised to take his first delectable bite. It was a moment laden with significance, a culinary crossroads that would determine Osiris' fate. The tension hung palpably in the room as he couldn't help but wrestle with his nerves. What if this culinary endeavor failed to meet his employer's discerning palate? Would Osiris' aspirations crumble, leaving nothing but the bitter taste of defeat?

"Osiris! These dishes are nothing short of extraordinary! How did you conjure such culinary magic? I was under the impression that you couldn't cook. Please, do join me," Mr. Cesar exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm, catching Osiris off guard. It was a scenario he had not foreseen.

"Oh, no, Sir. I wouldn't want to intrude," Osiris replied, his hesitation evident.

"Nonsense! Join me so we can savor this splendid meal together. You should consider gracing my table with your culinary talents every day!" Mr. Cesar insisted, his appreciation evident in every bite.

Nightfall had cast its dark cloak, yet sleep eluded Osiris. His mind raced with thoughts of the dishes he would prepare on the morrow. Amidst the whirlwind of ideas and uncertainty, he decided to reach out to Summer.

"I was pondering if you could tutor me in the art of cooking. We could make it a side gig, and I'll compensate you once I receive my salary," Osiris proposed.

"Of course," Summer agreed.

"Wow," Osiris marveled.

"Alright, drop me a text tomorrow. I'm quite sleepy at the moment," Summer replied.

"Okay," Osiris acquiesced.

The following morning, Cesar dropped Osiris off at his workplace. He casually mentioned that his morning routine usually consisted of coffee and a simple piece of bread.

"Is this the place, Sir?" Osiris inquired as the car came to a halt, verifying their location through the trusty guidance of Google Maps.

"Yes, indeed," Cesar confirmed, still engrossed in scrolling through his smartphone. "This is my company, Osiris."

"It's so huge," Osiris observed.

"Later, during lunch, kindly bring me the meal you'll prepare. I find the food here bland, taste like socks," Cesar instructed.

"Understood, Sir," Osiris acknowledged.

"Very well, take care," Cesar bid him as Osiris alighted from the car.

This is the moment where he needs to use his lifeline called 'call a friend'--if she sees him as a friend, he bet she is.

Oh, no, Summer! Osiris badly needs her help.

Osiris' fingers danced nervously on the phone's touchscreen, repeatedly dialing Summer's number as he paced back and forth in the dimly lit kitchen. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as the seconds ticked away like hours. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the call connected, and Summer's voice crackled through the receiver.

"HELLO, Summer! MY BOSS WANTS LUNCH! HELP!" Osiris' voice echoed with a mixture of desperation and urgency.

"Why are you so loud?" Summer's voice came through the phone, laced with irritation and a hint of curiosity.

"WHERE ARE YOU? I'LL COME PICK YOU UP!" Osiris' words tumbled out, an anxious plea for assistance, his eyes darting to the clock, the minutes slipping away like grains of sand in an hourglass.

Summer's response was swift and to the point, the faint sound of hurried footsteps in the background put her in a panic state too. Damn, this guy! His nervousness is contagious.

"HOLD ON, I'M ON MY WAY."

As Osiris raced against time, his heart pounding in his chest, Summer worked her culinary magic with a grace that belied her annoyance. The sizzle of vegetables in a hot pan and the aromatic symphony of herbs and spices filled the air. The kitchen, once a chaotic mess, was now transformed into a haven of culinary creation.

"Wow! This tastes amazing!" Osiris exclaimed as he took the first bite, his taste buds ignited by the explosion of flavors that danced on his palate. He couldn't help but marvel at the dish Summer had crafted, each bite a testament to her culinary prowess.

"You don't eat it before your boss! Ugh, don't touch it, it'll get spoiled!" Summer's reprimand pulled Osiris back from his gastronomic reverie. He paused, his index finger halfway to his mouth, and sheepishly withdrew it, realizing the truth in her words.

"Sorry, alright, let's take this. Are you coming?" Osiris asked, his eagerness evident in his voice.

"Of course, I can't be left behind here!" Summer's response held a hint of amusement, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she made her way to join Osiris.

After a seemingly interminable wait, Summer's phone buzzed with a message from Osiris.

"Sorry I took so long, I got lost. This building is huge. Are you hungry?" Summer read the message and couldn't help but smile, her anxiety dissipating in his presence.

"Probably, what am I, a snake?" Summer's witty retort elicited a chuckle from Osiris, and he couldn't help but admire her quick wit.

After some damn good waiting moments of Summer, the man finally showed up.

"Let's eat the dishes you cooked," Osiris suggested as soon as he opened the door of the car and entered the car.

Summer nodded in agreement.

"It seems like it's not just your boss who enjoys it," Summer remarked, her gaze fixed on Osiris, her words carrying a hint of something more.

"Enjoy it because of you? Uh-because of your cooking? That's what I really mean." Osiris inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Tsk, let's go eat already. Start driving," Summer replied, playfully rolling her eyes, yet the connection between them continued to deepen, growing stronger with each passing day.

Their daily routine continued, each day an opportunity for Osiris to refine his culinary skills under Summer's patient guidance. Three weeks had passed, and Osiris' progress was remarkable.

"Wow, Osiris, you've improved so much in just three weeks!" Summer exclaimed, her eyes shining with genuine delight. She couldn't help but hug Osiris, her joy evident in her warm embrace. In a moment of spontaneous elation, she planted a kiss on his cheek, a gesture of friendship that caught them both off guard.

"Hold on, what are you doing?" Summer quickly pulled back, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

"I-I was going to kiss you on the cheek too!" Osiris stammered, attempting to reciprocate, but Summer's reaction halted him in his tracks.

"No! I was just startled. Forget about it," Summer dismissed the incident with a nervous chuckle, but the exchange lingered in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in their relationship.

They decided to put the moment behind them and continued with their daily routine, preparing the meals that Osiris would later deliver to Cesar's company. Summer mentioned that next week, she might be busier as she would resume her job hunt, and this could potentially be their last day together since Osiris had shown significant improvement and could now cook independently.

A week later, they met again, and it felt like an eternity had passed since their last encounter. Osiris couldn't help but comment, "It was one week later, but it felt like I hadn't seen you in a year."

Summer smiled, intrigued by Osiris' words, as he handed her an envelope containing a substantial amount of money.

"Wow, this is a lot! Looks like you're making it big, huh?" Summer remarked, her eyes wide with amazement.

"I received a bonus from my boss, but I gave it all to you. You deserve it," Osiris explained, a hint of sincerity in his voice.

"You should have split it, at least. Here, take half of it." Summer attempted to hand back a portion of the money to Osiris.

"No, it's yours now. Don't worry about me; you need it more," Osiris insisted, his tone resolute.

"Are you sure?" Summer asked, still offering the envelope to him.

"Yes," Osiris replied, pushing the envelope back toward her.

"Alright, it'll come in handy for paying off some debts," Summer said with a cheerful smile as she tucked the payment she received for teaching him how to cook into her bag.

"Where are you off to now? I can give you a ride," Osiris offered. The Starbucks was getting crowded, and they both felt like leaving.

"Oh, yes! Sure, your driving is pretty fast," Summer teased.

"Where to?" Osiris inquired as they made their way out of Starbucks toward his parked car.

"I'm going to audition," Summer revealed to him as they walked.

"For what?"

"An audition, duh! To become an actress! Kathryn Bernardo, Anne Curtis, Liza Soberano, and then me! I'm next!"

"It's free to dream, right?" Osiris playfully teased, which Summer didn't appreciate at all.

"This guy, he can't say anything sensible," Summer muttered, walking out on him.

"Just kidding, come on... hey!" Osiris chased after Summer and followed her closely. When he managed to reach her and grab her arm to prevent her from going any farther, she tried to break free.

A/N: Mature content, 18+ sex scenes ahead!

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"No! I'll just walk!" Summer resisted, trying to wriggle out of Osiris' firm grasp. "Osiris, let me go!"

The young man effortlessly helped the girl into the car and placed her in the passenger seat, the door clicking shut with ease.

Osiris pulled the door shut. "Come on, where are you headed? Just tell me."

"Take me here," the girl said, rolling her eyes at Osiris and showing him the address on her phone screen.

"Sure thing, madame," Osiris replied, keeping his cool and maintaining his easygoing demeanor.

After a few minutes, they arrived in front of a towering building. Summer got out of the car, leaving Osiris behind, not knowing that she was being followed.

An hour and a half later, a happy Summer returned, looking for Osiris. She entered the car, which had been waiting, and noticed that he was carrying some takeout food from a fast-food joint.

Excited to share her news, she began, "You won't believe it."

"Believe what?" Osiris asked.

"I passed, damn it! Shooting starts tomorrow!" Summer was ecstatic.

"That was fast!" Osiris shared in her joy.

"Yes, super fast!" Summer exclaimed, accidentally kissing Osiris on the cheek in her excitement.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Summer questioned when she saw Osiris' surprise.

"You're always like this. You can kiss my cheek, and I won't stop you. But when I do it, you don't like it."

Summer laughed at Osiris' sulky expression. "Let's just eat the food you brought."

While Summer happily enjoyed her meal, Osiris couldn't help but think about everything that had happened earlier. Little did the girl know that this young man had connections with the director and producer Summer had auditioned for. Both of them owed a huge debt of gratitude to this producer and the director because when they had nothing, these individuals had helped them. So, when they learned that Osiris was the new CEO of Daze Inc., the company behind the popular streaming platform Daze, they had readily agreed to his request.

Osiris was indeed the new CEO of Daze, the streaming platform founded by Mr. Cesar. Mr. Cesar had decided to leave everything to Osiris. He trusted the young man's abilities, knowing he was intelligent and wouldn't disappoint.

"So, how's your boss?" Summer asked, breaking Osiris out of his thoughts.

"He's okay," Osiris replied, not elaborating further.

He chose not to tell her what had been on his mind earlier. The days continued with both of them staying busy. Osiris would drop Summer off for her shoots in the morning and pick her up in the evening. Several weeks had passed.

It was the weekend, and Osiris called Summer. He found out there was no shoot today, so they decided to go out. They finished all their respective tasks and met up.

By the time they went out, it was already afternoon, and they decided to go to the beach. They brought some drinks and food, agreeing to share the expenses. They watched the sunset, chatting and enjoying their drinks.

"Ever since you got that lead role, you've been so busy. And you're even more beautiful," Osiris commented.

"Yeah, it's been really busy. What about you? Still a driver and Mr. Cesar's cook?"

Osiris didn't respond but remained silent.

"When is your series going to be released?" Summer asked.

As they sat there, gazing at the picturesque sunset, their playful banter filled the air with laughter. Summer took a sip from her drink, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It's going to be a while, probably after Christmas. January or February, something like that, I'm not sure," Summer replied.

"I'll wait for it," Osiris said.

"Will you watch it?" Summer asked.

"Why not?" Osiris replied.

"Tsk, you're just gonna tease me. You'll take pictures from my baddest angles and laugh at my awful face," Summer joked.

"How did you know?" Osiris chuckled.

"You know, Osiris," she began, "filming for my show might take a while, maybe even until after Christmas. It's a bit of a waiting game."

Osiris leaned back, his hands resting behind him in the warm sand. With a playful grin, he retorted, "Well, Summer, waiting for something good is never a waste of time. I'm all in."

Summer raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Oh, really? But, will you really watch it? Or will you, you know, like what I said, just make fun of my on-screen antics? Fuck you for that."

"Whoa! Well..." Osiris pretended to ponder this, stroking his chin dramatically. "Hmm, let me think. Should I take embarrassing screenshots and send them to all my friends? Or should I be the supportive, uhm, friend? And cheer you on?"

Summer couldn't contain her laughter. "Ha! I knew it! You'd be the ultimate troll."

Osiris laughed along with her, his eyes filled with warmth. "You've got me all figured out, Summer. But you know what? I'll be your biggest fan and your number one critic."

Summer's teasing demeanor softened as she looked into Osiris' eyes. "You're something else, you know that?"

With a gentle smile, Osiris leaned in a bit closer. "And you're something extraordinary, Summer. That's why I like you."

"Okay?" Summer replied.

"I like you, Summer. I really like you," Osiris confessed.

"Are you drunk?" Summer teased.

Osiris kissed her, and they shared a passionate kiss. Osiris began to undress Summer.

"Osiris, you're my first," Summer said.

"I like you, Summer," Osiris repeated.

They continued in the flow of their passionate feelings, like the waves in the sea, heading toward one destination, and that's where they ended up.

"Osiris, you're my first," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Osiris hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react. This was uncharted territory for him. He had never been with someone so innocent and naive. But his desire overpowered his reservations.

"I want you, Summer," he repeated, his voice dripping with lust.

They continued their passionate kiss in the rhythm of their bodies, like waves crashing against the beach. The air was thick with anticipation as Osiris skillfully undressed Summer, revealing her naked form.

His hands explored her curves, leaving trails of desire in their wake. With each touch, Summer's moans grew louder and more desperate. She surrendered herself completely to the pleasure that Osiris offered.

As he hovered over her spread legs, Osiris couldn't help but feel a surge of power coursing through his veins. He knew what she wanted, what she needed.

Without further ado, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward with a force that made Summer gasp in both pain and ecstasy. Their bodies met with a primal connection that sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both.

Summer's body trembled as Osiris thrust into her, his cock filling her tightness. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent waves of sensation coursing through her, making her moan in a way she never had before. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks that would be reminders of their encounter.

Osiris continued to pound into Summer, his movements becoming more aggressive and urgent. It was as if he was trying to reclaim a lost territory, claiming her as his own. Summer felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, fueled by the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

But amidst the intense physicality, there was a lingering hesitation in Summer's mind-an uncertain whisper that questioned whether this was what she truly wanted. She had never experienced anything like this before-a raw, primal connection with someone who didn't hold back.

As Osiris quickened his pace, Summer's doubts began to melt away under the forceful onslaught of sensation. The pleasure mingled with each thrust, erasing any trace of reluctance or hesitation from her thoughts. All that mattered now was this moment-their bodies entwined in a primal dance of desire.

"Fuck," said Summer. "Ugh."

Osiris' thrusts became more erratic as he pushed her closer to the edge. His grip on her hips tightened, leaving marks that matched the intensity of their union.

"Fuck," Summer moaned louder. The pleasure overwhelmed her senses, erasing any lingering doubts or hesitation from her mind. She surrendered completely to Osiris' dominance, craving his raw touch and commanding presence.

But just as Summer was on the brink of reaching orgasm, Osiris abruptly pulled out of her. A mix of disappointment and confusion washed over Summer's face.

"What the fuck?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with a hint of frustration. "Why did you stop?"

Osiris smirked at Summer's reaction, relishing in the power he held over her desires. He took a step back and unzipped his pants, releasing a stream of his hot juice onto Summer's awaiting body.

Right after they had sex, Osiris fell asleep, and the last thing he said was, "I will court you, Summer, until you give me your sweetest 'yes.'"

Summer put her underwear and bra back on. Osiris had been lying on the beach, asleep on the blanket they had laid out.

"You're a nice guy, Osiris, but we're both broke, working hard to meet our personal needs. You're just a driver and an errand boy, while I want to become wealthy. I know that, just like you, I'm not ready to commit to love yet. I'll prioritize myself," Summer said as she left Osiris. She left him there, him who is pretending to be asleep, with the empty bottles of alcohol beside him.

He heard everything.

Crystal clear.

If they watched the sunset yesterday, today they were awakened by the bright sunrise. Osiris rose immediately as he felt the gentle caress of the ocean waves kissing his feet. He looked around for Summer and found her sleeping inside the car.

"Summer, you have 13 missed calls from your director," Osiris calmly informed her in his deep voice.

Summer's world turned upside down upon processing that information. "Oh my gosh! I'm late for the shoot! They're looking for me, there's a director's call today. I need to be there."

"Alright, I'll take you."

Osiris drove Summer to the shooting location and then headed home to freshen up. Upon arriving home, he received a message from Summer: "Thank goodness I didn't get scolded by the director, haha! Thank you for the ride."

Osiris smiled to himself. What Summer didn't know was that he had texted the director and told him they were together, ensuring she wouldn't get into trouble.

Two weeks had passed, and Osiris continued his courtship of Summer. After some persistent wooing, Summer finally agreed to let him pursue her. She allowed Osiris to go above and beyond in his efforts to win her over – flowers, chocolates, travel, fancy restaurant dinners, and more. Osiris did everything in his power to make Summer feel special, and he cherished every moment of it.

Time flew by quickly for Osiris, and he was surprised to find that it was already 5 PM. It was time to go.

Although he wanted to pick up Summer promptly, rush hour had begun, leaving him with no choice but to endure the traffic.

After an hour of navigating through the congested streets, he finally arrived at the set. However, Summer was nowhere to be found. Thankfully, he decided to call the director.

"Where's Summer? Did you change the shooting location?" Osiris inquired.

"Oh, no, Sir Osiris. We finished early today. Summer asked for permission to leave, saying it was her friend's birthday," the director replied over the phone.

"Do you know where she went?" His thoughts and worriment started building up.

"Yes, Sir Osiris. I have her send me her location, so I can track her movements and ensure she arrives home safely. Let me forward her location to you."

"Thank you," Osiris said, feeling relieved that he wouldn't have to guess where Summer had gone.

He ended the call and contemplated that Summer might be celebrating a birthday party. If the shooting had indeed finished early, there was a chance she was already enjoying drinks with friends. He needed to make sure she got home safely.

Minus five minutes to eight, Osiris arrived at the location provided by Summer's director. It was an impressive house, not too far from Mr. Cesar's, giving off an air of wealth and opulence.

Soon, he spotted a man exiting the gate, followed by Summer. Osiris got out of his car upon seeing her, holding a bouquet of flowers for her.

"Why did you follow me? I told you, I was just picking up my gift from you. I forgot it in the car," the man said, smiling and joyfully addressing Summer.

Who the hell is this guy? Osiris' wondered on the back of his mind.

"Why didn't you bring it inside?" Summer replied with a smirk.

"Well, I was planning for a road trip for us later! Wait," he responded and opened the car door to retrieve the gift for Summer.

"Wow! It's still nicely wrapped," Summer exclaimed, her face beaming.

"Let's go inside," the young man suggested, tugging Summer towards the house.

Osiris followed them. The gate had been left open, so he freely entered the man's residence.