Present-day, three months before the event...

Gregory de Jesus or much know as Greg to the media and industry was one of the VIPs that gladly do the honor of ribbon cutting for the newly opened shopping mall in Dumaguete. The shopping mall adds to the list of successful ventures under the new administration of the De Jesus Corporation, a multinational chained of business under the de Jesus name. Greg had taken the position from his father 2 and a half years ago after half a year of training. And he’d done nothing that disappoints his predecessor.

No one believes that the second son of Damian de Jesus is fit to become the president. He was the same as his brother, Alessandro, if not worst.

They were the de Jesus infamous Casanovas.

But the results had proven he’s cut to rule the business world.

The whole event was televised worldwide and articles about the success will be featured tomorrow on every local paper across the country. Media and its fascination with the playboy turned president never faded thru the years.

And just like any event, Greg had a beautiful woman at his side. The hottest actress of today’s Filipino’s Entertainment Industry, Lovie Hidalgo, clothed in a stunning white strapless dress that reaches her mid-thighs and paired with black ankle strap heels. She wore her make-up light, the black mane down, and that smile that captivates millions of people. And many speculations have risen.

A new girl dating perhaps? No one really knows but one thing is for sure, Lovie Hidalgo, if not the girlfriend was the new ‘flavor of the month’. One columnist says; once a playboy, always a playboy.

“It’s good to see you, Greg,” Mr. Gorospe came by and hugged him like he used to. The old man was a good friend of his father, Damien, and had mentored him for the first year on the position. Had he mentioned that he’s also his godfather? “You’ve made it this way, lad. You make me proud.”

“As my father always said, I was cut for this,” Greg said proudly. “Predicted as it seems, he knew I’ll do well in the business.

“You did surpass the expectations. The board acknowledges your commendable effort,” The old man turned to his date. “Fancy meeting you, Miss Hidalgo. My wife was a huge fan of yours.” Lovie took the proffered hand with a heart-warming smile.

“I hope to meet your wife soon, Sir. It will be my pleasure.”

“I’ll not hold you any longer. Again it was nice meeting the two of you.” And Mr. Gorospe excused himself to join the other executives. That leaves the two of them under the pretense. Greg agreed to an impromptu interview till his Rolls Royce Phantom halted on the front and his driver opened the back door.

They were ushered by the security on the way to his car as the media want more juicy facts about his association with his date. Lovie was all smiles till she enters the car. The driver closed the door as he settled next to her.

“I’m impressed! I haven’t seen such luxury cars from my lovers before,” Lovie eyed the cool exteriors of his Rolls Royce Phantom, one of his prized luxury cars he’d arrange to his PA to bring in Dumaguete for his affairs. “Soundproof? Exciting!” and for that reason as well. The car has a soundproof passenger privacy compartment that separates the front seats from the back giving him all the ‘privacy’ that he needs.

Her little tongue licks her lips like she’s preparing for something. Greg keeps his eye contact with Lovie as she kneels in front of him, her eyes fixed on the bulge beneath his trousers. Her pale, slender, manicured hands undid his belt and pulled out his semi-erected length. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his huge thing. She wrapped it around her hand and stroke it a few times. Teasing him, trying to get some reactions out of him. But he couldn’t muster enthusiasm for the act, no resurgence of desire flared inside him.

It’s nothing extraordinaire.

He tried to focus on the woman he’s with rather than her.

Lovie Hidalgo may look innocent outside with those angelic looks but she’s into casual sex. And surely he loves men who’re well endowed and hard as he is. Her pupils dilated at the sight of it, he could feel her desire to suck it like the slut she is.

Impatient, he reaches out, grabbing a handful of her black, straight hair and pushed her head to the tip of his erection. “Suck it good, Lovie,” and she did it so willingly. She opens her mouth and sucks it till it reaches the back of her throat.

She looks up to him through his dark, long lashes and moans as she continues to lick it, suck it. His jaw hardens how this woman does it with such expertise. Greg would bet she’d done countless men before with that filthy mouth made for fucking.

If he’s still the same as before he’ll enjoy it. Hell he would enjoy it but with the face of another woman.

Ann...

Greg let out a deep grunt of satisfaction. He closed his eyes tightly; makes his grip tighter on her hair as he imagines Ann is the one giving him a blowjob, naked and between his thighs. He started to pump his hips, thrusting his thickness on her mouth and she just kneels there, taking it. He’s liking the feeling of the inside of her mouth on his. Warm and velvety soft over his arousal.

Minutes later his length throbbed powerfully, making her realize that he was about to cum. Greg’s palm settled on the back of her head. His length lodged down and cum deep inside her throat. He feels her swallow it wholly and when he opens his eyes, he’d gone back to reality.

She’s not Ann...

Linking her lips, Lovie smiles. “You came hard, honey.” She leaned on for a kiss but he moved his face and her lips lands on his left cheek. “No kissing?” She asked. Her beautiful brows furrowed.

“No kissing, just pure fucking,” he said. He pulled Lovie to his lap and abruptly pulled down her dress revealing her breasts. Breasts so big he could actually enjoy a titfuck. “Grind your wetness to me. Cover it with your essence before I fuck you quick here. It’s your price you suck good.” He demands as he kneads her breasts. And Lovie was loving the feeling of his big, calloused hands on her heated skin and the sweet, delicious friction between her thighs.

She’s breathing heavily; her face showed arousal, of need and gripped his biceps as she grinds herself on top of him. He closed his eyes again as he imagines Ann moaning over the delicious friction. Her soft moans added fuel to the fire inside him.

“Put me in,” he commands and he felt divine as those sweet folds, envelopes his hard, thick length so damn tight. “Fuck!” He breathes hard as she moves up and down with speed. “Yes, baby! Give it to me.”

“Greg,” she said in labor breaths as she fastens the pace. “I’m coming,” and she did come seconds later. He opens his eyes and he met her lust-filled eyes. “I want more...” she said, panting.

“Clean it the suck it good. I want it on your face,” she did what he just told. Lovie sucked it greedily than before; her hands cup his balls, pulling and twisting them and he could only watch, wondering if Ann could do this as willingly as this slut.

He doesn’t believe the effect she has on him till he met other women after her. Women of the world, from models down to actresses. All famous and beautiful but when he came, her face was all he could see.

“Anything interesting, Noel?” he urged Lovie to continue as he answered the call of his secretary.

“An invitation came, Sir, from a certain Giorgio Velez...”

“From the Giorgio Velez?” now that got his attention. He’d met the formidable Velez Edifice CEO and must say the old man just gives him the weird vibe that he knows something he doesn’t. Creepy, old man. “Invitation you say? For what event?”

“A charity ball, sir. Three months from now...”

“Confirm my attendance then,” Greg ended the call and fucked Lovie’s face hard and fast as he felt the impending release. He knew he’s near and he wanted it to sprawl over her face. “Take it,” he growled as he pulled her head and shoot his hot release on her beautiful face.

He never wanted to be involved with anyone before her. But she changed him.

Maybe three years was more than enough for her mi querida’s playing time. She’s quite famous now as a fashion designer who’s collections are highly sought by society’s elites. She made her way know not just as the princess of the Giorgio Velez but by her own talent and skills.

Three years is enough and Greg comes to a decision that his presence be known again to his Ann.

And he’ll make her understand that she belongs to him. No one else but him

~*~

“Are you sure you’re not coming to the ball?” Jade glanced between the curtains of the wardrobe of her boutique and saw Georgina on the playmat busy playing with her almost-three-year-old son, Rodrigo. Mini cars and building blocks are everywhere. His godson turned her shop into a playground every time the two pays a visit. “He will not be there, I promise. According to his---“

“Jade, I don’t recall attending to any social gatherings since I had Rodrigo and I’m not planning to break that routine,” Georgina wipe away the drool from his mouth and the beads of sweat from his face. Rodrigo was an energetic boy. He likes to play around till he’s dead beat. “And you know I’ve got little time to stay here before flying again to Bacolod. Bills are piling up. Need to work harder and save for this little boy’s future.” She said adoringly while looking at the boy who’s oblivious of what adults talking about. He just continues to play with his cars then if tantrums hit, he’ll throw those poor toys around.

Jade could only watch the two from the side, loving the scene of that sunny Sunday morning in Ortigas.

Georgina looked so domesticated despite the branded clothes she’s wearing. Motherhood suits her. And since Rodrigo happens to her friend, she changed for the better. Georgina still does modeling stints but her life revolves around the kid and the azucarera her parents pass on her that situated on Bacolod. Now she’s using her degree in Business Management to further expand the business.

“I will not persist then,” hands-off on the topic, Jade turn her back in search of that one gown she’ll wear on the ball over her vast collections of ready-made gowns. She held her chin, thinking which among the red gowns she’ll pick. She thought many would go for black that evening. “George, can you help me choose?”

“Piece of cake,” and seconds later Georgina is standing by her side with Rodrigo on her arms. The kid raised his little arm towards her, begging for his ‘Tia’ to carry him. Jade gets the boy and sway him. “Sway him more and he’ll fall asleep,” Georgina said. Jade patted his bottom wrapped in diapers.

“I know. So which is it?” her friend pulled a red halter evening gown with a thigh-high slit on the left and obviously bareback. She meticulously stared the gown then back to her. “That one?” Why does this scenario seem similar?

“Yes, definitely this is the one,” she nodded approvingly. Her naughty side resurfaces as that meaningful grin curved her red-stained lips. Uh-oh, Jade thought. “Wear this and get some hot escort.”

“Then I’ll ask Delo---“ she cut her off.

“Not him! For the love of Pearls, he’s into man, Jade. Should I call one of my friends---“

“I don’t like the idea...”

They turned their head on the front door of the boutique when someone enters. Giorgio Velez walked inside her little space with two guards at both sides holding paper bags coming from a known toy store. He had the smile etched on his face when he enters and it widens upon seeing his grandson. He fondly calls Rodrigo his ‘apo’. They greeted their father but it seems he’s only concerned with Rodrigo. He carried the boy and led on the sofa nearby. He’s obviously smitten on the boy’s charisma. Georgina moved closer and whispered to her.

“Why don’t you give your father his own ‘apo’, Jade?” Georgina stressed how his Dad played with Rodrigo. The looked of contentment was written on his face. “I remember him telling how he wanted a big family but your mother...”

“I know,” her voice laced with sadness at the remembrance of her mother Emilia. She’d know her thru the pictures and stories of her father. Emilia died giving birth to her. “But I think settling down and motherhood doesn’t suit me.”

“Hmm...I also have the same thought back then. Would you imagine the Gorgina Meneses before being hands-on taking care of his son now? But the thing is you’ll really never know till it happens to you so don’t close the possibilities,” then she points a finger where her heart lies. “And don’t close this. Let yourself experience love, honey. You’ll feel whirlwind of emotions at once but it’s all worth it...”

“Talking base on experience?” Georgina pulled her hair backward that made her laugh. Jade knew her story but it’s not her story to tell. She’s like a sister to her and secrets between sisters should be upheld at all cost.

“Your son is tired, hija. He’d fallen asleep that fast,” her father carried the sleeping boy and gave it to his mother. “I hope you don’t mind the toys I’ve bought for the kid.”

“I do mind, Sir. You’re spoiling this little brat.” Her friend casually said, not even intimidated that she’s talking to none other than Giorgio Velez. “But thank you. I bet this cost a fortune I can’t afford with just a few bucks in my wallet.” He laughed at her humor, a hearty one.

“Jade was lucky to have you as a friend. You’re witty...”

“And a beautiful mother of one, Sir. Now, if you two excuse me, I’ll let this kid sleep on the bed before we depart.” Georgina leaves the two of them as she heads towards the bed she has at the back of her office. The mother and son will stay at her condo for a few more days before flying back to Bacolod after Georgina settled some important matters with regard to her agency.

“Ready for the ball, Mi Bella?” He asked. She stared at his father for quite some time. They say she’s a spitting image of him and it seems true as she sees her reflection at those pair of brown eyes.

But she’s not as cunning as the CEO of the Velez Edifice.

“I just pick the gown for the occasion.” He nodded.

“Before I forgot, you wouldn’t mind if I’ve invited an important person, would you?” he’d inform. She shook her head.

“Not at all, Dad. It’s your event after all.” She returned to her table and resume sketching designs for her next collections.

She didn’t see the half-smile that curves on the Velez’ patriarch.

His bodyguard comes closer to him and whisper. “He confirmed his attendance, sir.”

“That’s good,” and tells her daughter that he would want some tailored suit for the ball made by hand. Jade obliged and get his measurements. Minutes and it’s all done and bid his goodbye to the seemingly busy daughter.

“You knew why I am doing this, mi esposa,” he said, staring at the clear, blue sky while riding at the back of his sedan to head back home. “Our daughter acts stubborn as you do. And I’m not letting this opportunity slip. And I’m gonna borrow your jade necklace.”