24 - Back In Time

"What exactly happened hise?" Hudson's greeting to the nurses gathered in the corridor. When he abruptly opened it, they almost screamed in surprise. All of its expressions faded as it pushed who would speak first.

He quickly passed among them because he was suddenly cornered. He dashed to Abhaya's private room, where he was confined. Damn! Not right now. It can never be lost. The crowd was messing with his head, and all he could think about was killing. He dashed into his room, where he discovered that all of the equipment had been removed. When he called the CCTV monitor, he discovered that the footage had been erased.

Oh damn, Abhaya!

He screamed and punched the CCTV room's wall. It had gotten away from him yet again! It wasn't entirely good, and Theon had only called him when the woman was awake; he was in Mindanao for a business meeting, but he hurried home just to meet it himself. How many times has it slipped his mind?

"If chasing you is the only way you can forgive me, Abhaya, I'll chase you even harder." The wall was struck once more.

Hudson quickly typed the girl's image into his laptop and used satellite images to scan the faces of a million people in the Philippines. He stood up and brewed his own coffee while he waited for Travis's results. It can't hide him again. He has a lot to ask, and the battle is far from over.

He immediately sat in his favorite chair inside the mansion's private room and thought. The amount entered his brain, and he is unable to think clearly. He swallowed his senses and closed his eyes... his brain appeared to be joking because it was transporting his back in time…



They were discussing business once more. If their topic isn't misery and nonsense, they're doing business merging and how to make it bigger. Hudson frowned as he entered the private elevator and noticed a woman inside. He notices that this employee is assigned to the Administrative Department.

Cuhen and Azael were discussing business when the woman abruptly yelled as if she were alone in the elevator. She was talking with the person she was on the phone with. The woman has good posture and a fit body, but he is uninterested. When the elevator stopped on the ground floor, she hurried out, only to run into him again.

He couldn't help but yell, "Damn!" When he looked at it, she had a bad expression on his face, as if she had seen a ghost in shock. Vinegar tinted its entire appearance, and on those occasions, he wondered if it had ever saw handsome in its life. He was unprepared for the unexpected aftermath of her runaway, which even beat the athlete on the track.

Azael laughed at his antics. "She noticed a ghost in you."

"Damn Herrence, look at what you did to my employee. She’s scared like hell,” Cuhen laughed as well.

He simply shrugged his shoulders and ignored their mockery. Girls are always like that, and he is used to it. Women are sometimes the ones who provide motives and offer their bodies for a one-night stand. Yeah, he fucked them all night. It's nothing new.

They went to a quaint bar. He flirts as usual, but he doesn't pick up female partygoers and take them to bed. He's picky like shit. As they sat down, he looked around and noticed Cuhen's female employee rushing to the exit door, but he immediately pulled the woman waist.

He didn't care what he was going to do to the man who dragged the woman to the dance floor. Her innocent expression stands out from the crowd. She appeared to be the only angel among a swarm of demons. He immediately stood up and ran to it, and before it could slap the man, he had already pulled the woman away from it, and it landed on his chest.

"I found you," he said quietly, looking into her beautiful eyes.

He no longer waited for it to respond; instead, he quickly drew it to where he was and leaned against the wall. He stroked its cheek and stroked it. He'd have it later in the back of his mind. He pressed himself against her, and he could feel the woman's entire body heating up. He kissed her immediately after locking her hands above him.

Damn! When his soft lips touched her, she blushed. He sensed the rebirth of all the blood in his body. He desperately wants to fuck this woman naked over and over.

He kissed her passionately and torridly. He responded to her kiss by squeezing her plump ass. She had a sip of alcohol on her tongue. They kissed like there was no tomorrow, then went into a private room and laid it down in the middle of the table. He felt every inch of her body and squeezed everything that could be squeezed.

Fuck! But he was also stunned when he let his brave soldier in; she shuddered, and he wasn't stupid enough to be unaware that the woman in front of his was now a virgin. Despite his desire to continue what he was feeling, he chose to withdraw and leave.

Damn! He didn't want to repeat that incident; the woman was chasing him because he was the first, and acting like his girlfriend, he'd be in big trouble. Nothing stands out to him, virgin or not. He only thinks of them, sex objects, and women will remain sex toys. There are no strings attached, nor are there any feelings. Maybe it just depends if it's good to carry in bed and it's delicious; he'll use it a few more times and when he's tired, he'll throw it away and either get money or a car from him. After all, women will love him not for who he is, but for what he has. Gold prospector. It's just a matter of using them again and again.

Days went by. Several other women passed by his hand, all of whom he enjoyed in bed, but he's looking for something different. He was looking for a different flavor, and he knew the virgin woman he had almost taken would provide it, even though he didn't know what it was called.

He chose to go for Cuhen's company. He's going to make an offer for the woman. So he is confident that he can play the virgin in his desired situation. There is no love; only fuck. Those are the game rules he desires. But when he arrived at Cuhen's office, he abruptly changed his mind. So he simply went to his own office.

He decided to go home after ten o'clock, and the woman he was going to meet met him in the elevator. He can't control his libido any longer. He grabbed her quickly and used his body to pin her to the wall. He kissed her, and she kissed him back right away. If she's still a virgin, so be it. He's going to do something about it.

He'd gotten her. The amount of thought that went into his mind as to why he thought of giving up her femininity to him, but he was no longer curious; the important thing was that he got what he wanted, and it was really fucking good. He also didn't want to stop until his body collapsed from exhaustion. It's the best sex he's ever had. He had a great time, and that's where everything began.

It says yes to what he wants, and they don't know what to call it. Fucking friend? No. That has a label, but he doesn't have one in his life. He will dump her once he is finished. And, of course, he allowed her to take birth control pills to avoid pregnancy. That doesn't mean he was the first; he was going to be complacent, and he had no intention of getting himself or any other woman pregnant. He never imagined having that wacky child.

Abhaya presented no difficulties. It was adaptable to whatever he desired, even in bed. She's that innocent but wild type, which is one of the things he enjoys about her performance. The woman belongs only to him. No one can taste her until he's tired of her.

Abhaya played his game, and enjoyed it. He was never seen objecting or looking disgusted. Even if he is with another woman and still runs into his, there is no sign of pain or jealousy in his eyes, giving the girl a point. This is the type of woman he seeks, one who does not demand his time and attention.

He remembered Cuhen throwing a surprise birthday party for Vraiellah; he could have brought other women, but he knew they would only spoil him, so Abhaya what he chose to include. Cuhen threatened to attack him if he didn't bring a woman, so he had no choice but to bring one. There is no issue with the girl because she is obedient to him and it hasn't caused his head pain... Except for the head wedged between his thighs. It is always enraged and ready to fight.

He went looking for it that night because it vanished like a bubble. He attempted to call her, but the fucking bitch turned off her phone. That was the first time it bothered him. He was supposed to go into her house after the party that night, but there was an emergency at his father's house. He had a heart attack, so he postponed it and prioritized his father.

He punished the woman who was trapped inside his car. That is the woman's punishment. He claimed it in a painful way, and he was aware that he was hurting her. He chuckled at that part. She deserved every bit of what he got. Then he left it like a worthless woman who had lived his life.

"Herrence," says Cuhen.

That day, they were on their favorite yacht. His new woman was asleep within the cabin. Even his friend is married, he has time to join in his folly.

"You sure, dude?"

"Fuck that crap!" it exclaims.

He chuckled and lit a cigarette. He only smokes when his brain is overworked.

"I'm going to get rid of her," he said flatly, his gaze fixed on the twinkling stars in the sky.

"You smashed my record, asshole. You even fuck up my employee, you moron." It drank the wine.

"I'm finished with her."

"I'm not surprised," he replied, laughing.

"Send her to the United States."

"Fuck you!"

"Thank you!"