Last Of Me

Mr. Reese Hughbrett Wallace de Franco Lawther Medel knelt in front of Arexia on the shores of Valencia Beach as the sun slowly descended towards the horizon, painting the sky with a marvelous display of colors. With a big smile on his lips, Reese was overjoyed, as he knew that his dream was about to become a reality. In just a moment, he would be holding the culmination of his dream in his hands - a proposal to his longtime girlfriend, Arexia.

Surrounded by a crowd of about a hundred people, mostly Arexia's friends, Reese slowly opened the sparkling box containing the engagement ring and asked with a wide smile, "Will you marry me?"

Arexia looked around at the people gathered and seemed to be deep in thought, as if she was feeling unsure about the unexpected event. This was surprising to Reese, as he knew he was a perfect match for Arexia - not only was he wealthy and handsome, but he also had a kind and gentle heart.

Reese was the ideal man that any woman would desire. He knew that many women found him attractive, but he remained loyal to his girlfriend, who he was soon to call his wife. He asked again with full hope, "Will you marry me?"

Arexia bit her lower lip, unsure of what to say. She was torn between saying yes or no.

"Say yes, baby!" Reese pleaded with a cute smile, hoping that Arexia would accept his offer and share in his joy. But to his surprise, she didn't. He couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with her.

Arexia quickly snatched the ring and threw it in Reese's face, saying "Decir si Puñeta" (Say yes, bitch).

"What the hell are you doing?" Reese asked after picking up the expensive ring.

"Well, I was just expecting a ring with a big whistle on it," Arexia replied with a roll of her eyes and a forced laugh. They all burst into laughter, which could be heard even over the sound of the waves. Reese repeatedly swallowed and tried to hold back his tears. His heart and soul were exposed. Nor could he escape hearing Arexia's devilish laughter.

What went wrong with their long-term relationship that led to this damn situation? Reese couldn't understand Arexia's attitude. Was she cheating on him, or was it his money and wealth that made her love him?

Reese was overcome with shame, and he was sure his face was as red as blood. He felt as though he was standing there naked in front of them all. He stood up, turned away, and left them. In no time, his cheeks were wet with tears that incessantly dripped down his face.

***

As he was lost in reminiscing those moments, he was abruptly interrupted when the bottle of liquor he was holding slipped from his grip, fell and shattered on the yacht floor. He wiped his wet cheeks with his palm, lost in thought.

It had been five long months, but Reese was still hurting. He couldn't believe that after seven years of being in a relationship, Arexia rejected his proposal. She must have been out of her damn mind. Poor Reese, he felt as though nobody could ever love him the way a woman in a movie loved her man.

His face was overshadowed by a deep sadness, mirroring the darkness of the sky. He reached for the bottle of liquor once more, gulping down every last drop. It was the only thing that could provide him with temporary relief from the pain that consumed his entire being. He longed to drown himself in inebriation, hoping to forget the events of that day.

However, he knew that alcohol could only offer fleeting "peace of mind." Despite his efforts, he couldn't escape the memories that haunted him and move on from the pain he felt. How could he forget that terrible day that had scarred him for life? He had been rejected publicly, forced to bear the shame and pain all alone.

His heart had shattered into a million pieces, and it cried out in agony, bleeding with every beat. The pain he felt that day was too much to bear.

Depression had taken hold of him, and he had spent countless nights crying himself to sleep. The evidence could be seen in Reese's bloodshot, swollen eyes. He had drowned his sorrows in liquor, counting over a hundred empty bottles strewn about. It was a pitiful sight, and he couldn't help but feel like a jerk for succumbing to his pain in such a self-destructive manner.

The pain he felt was inexplicable; his heart ached, and his chest felt tight as tears streamed down his face, leaving a trail of burning marks.

"Why am I not worthy of love?" he asked himself for the hundredth time. It felt as though a sharp arrow had pierced his heart, and a thousand needles had been thrust into him all at once.

In a fit of despair, he threw the last bottle he held, shattering it against the wall. The young man stood up, stripped off his clothes, and prepared to jump off the yacht, consumed by his agony.

He expressed a desire to end his life by drowning himself in the deep sea. He felt exhausted by his unfortunate circumstances and believed that death was the only escape.

He questioned the purpose of living each day when everything seemed to be going wrong. He longed for a companion to share his life with, but he had not found anyone willing to stay by his side, and he had been left alone.

Without hesitation, he leaped into the sea and began to sink towards the bottom of the Mediterranean.

Suddenly, he felt hands pulling him up from the depths of the sea. A soothing voice called out his name, and despite his exhaustion, Reese managed to open his eyes. He saw a woman and an old man staring back at him, their eyes filled with concern. They had saved him, and the woman's smile was a welcome sight.

Overwhelmed by gratitude, Reese wondered if he was looking at a goddess of the Mediterranean. He whispered his thoughts before his eyes closed, exhaustion overtaking him like a window shutting at nightfall.

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.

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?