FOUR YEARS LATER...
"Good morning sir," the smiling guard greeted Joaquin at the entrance of the high-rise building owned by him and his father Joaquin Antonio, Sr.
"Good morning," Joaquin replied with a smile as well.
Such is the recurring scenes and events in his life every day.
His morning starts at the office and it also ends here.
"Good morning sir," Alma greeted him, his father's former female secretary.
He was on the thirty-fifth floor where his office was located.
Antonio Paper Corporation is the largest paper company in the Philippines. They are also the distributors of many well-known brands of paper that are still imported abroad.
But they are not just focused on making and producing such products. They also hold major brands of writing materials and other art materials such as the well-known watercolors used in painting, and many more.
This company is his father’s legacy. And since he is an only child, his father also forced him early on to study their business so that he could have someone he knew he could trust to run it.
Joaquin was five years old when his mother died in a car accident. And his father did not immediately forget that because in fact, up to this day he carries the grief over the loss of his wife.
"Your father called and he was looking for you. Didn't you come home last night?" Alma asked him then laid a cup of hot coffee on his desk.
Joaquin shook his head. "I forgot to call him," he replied smiling meaningfully at the woman who was only two years younger than his father. By the way, his father Joaquin Antonio, Sr. is sixty-eight years old.
"Hey son, get married, give him what he wants, besides, you're already thirty. So I can also retire," Alma joked before leaving his office.
What Alma said was true.
She is at the right age to retire but unsuccessful to do that because they still cannot find anyone who can replace her.
The woman has always been telling him that if he got married, his future wife would be her replacement. And at least he will work with his future wife as his secretary.
But for Joaquin, is that still important?
Or maybe Alma said that becausehe wanted to tell her that he needed to stop being a womanizer?
At the thought he laughed softly, then he picked up his cup of coffee and sipped.
He no longer treated Alma differently because for him she was considered his second mother.
And because his mother died early, he became closer to Alma.
That’s why even Alma’s coffee blend is his favorite. He even often said that he would only get married when he met the woman who could brew coffee as delicious as she does.
Joaquin's thinking was interrupted when his cell phone rang. His father is the one calling. Then he sighed, he knew he was going to have another sermon from him and he wasn't wrong.
"Joaquin, what happened to you? I was calling you last night but I couldn't reach you? What have you been doing?" the anger in his father's tone greeted him which cause the young man to smile widely because of amusement. But no matter how much he wanted to laugh even just a light chuckle he held back.
"Pa, I'm sorry, I forgot to charge my phone so you can't call me," he explained telling the truth.
He heard his father mutter from the other line. He knew he didn’t believe what he said and he couldn’t blame him.
"Where did you spend the night? Do you think I don't know what you're doing? When are you really going to stop all your bullshits?" his father's tone of voice did not change.
That question quickly returned to the young man's mind of what exactly he had done the night before.
*****
"Oh god, don't you dare stop it's so good!" Tessa's delighted growl as she is currently being whipped by his hard and furious manhood under the flowing shower.
He met Tessa at a bar. That was normal in their world, so usually if not at the party it was at the bar where he met all the women he was in a relationship with.
Like him, Tessa also comes from a family of businessmen. She has a position in the textile company owned by her Grandfather. And like him, she was also one of the many women he met who didn’t want commitment.
Sex, that’s all they want from each other, no emotions included. And in that part, he and Tessa get along with each other.
He did not speak and instead continued to make intense claims on the woman.
Joaquin could tell Tessa was the most aggressive woman in bed he had ever had sex with. Because apart from being hot, she has always been so game in whatever kind of position he wants.
He has been sleeping with Tessa for two months. That was despite the fact that he knew he really had no other special feelings for the woman other than the fact that he wants to taste every curve of her shapely body.
"Fuck! Yes! Hard!" Tessa cry when he gave her a strong and deep stab.
Because that's what his partner wanted, Joaquin repeated that many times and in a row until Tessa started releasing uncontrollable moans and that she almost died of pleasure.
Women for him are just the same, don’t need to be taken seriously because there are so many of them. Nor does he have to look for them because they are the ones who come to him voluntarily, because of all the qualities he has, and most of all, because he is rich.
Honestly, he had never once experienced being rejected by a woman he knew. That's also because all the relationships he has been are in the world he also deals with.
Models, beauty queens, and celebrities. She had tasted all the classes, and no matter how beautiful or sophisticated they looked, no matter how elegant they were, there was only one thing he repeatedly heard them scream while they were having sex and they were all very loud.
"Oh, Joaquin! I think I'm gonna fucking come! Hmmm!" Tessa moaned again and then from the seeming clinging of her hands on the white tiles of the bathroom she reached his head then forced a kiss on his lips.
Joaquin's lust for Tessa intensified so he gave her what she wanted. He kissed her hard but it didn't last long. He pressed her face against the bathroom wall and then with all his force he rained down a series of fierce attacks on her femininity that he had been struck with pleasurable happiness from behind her.
The young man was already expecting even more loud growls from Tessa. But soon she also started screaming as her whole body trembled and started on moving her hips to meet his every attack.
"My god! Oh! I want more! Shit! Shit!" she continued to do so.
Joaquin just smiled there.
As he said, Tessa is very different. She is so aggressive that he can say she is one of his favorites.
Whenever they meet there is always this scene.
And most of all, there is no corner in this house that she owns that they haven't used every time their bodies clash. In the kitchen, on the stairs, wherever they reach the heat there is no problem with the young lady. And he, he just gives her what she wants.
"You're so great!" chasing her breath Tessa uttered after they had both reached the glory of their lust.
Joaquin chuckles and then bowed and kiss Tessa on the lips. After that, he turned off the shower, picked up Tessa then laid her on her bed.
Without a word, he stepped on the woman and again he quickly inserted his once again growing maleness into her entrance.
Tessa cried in pleasure.
"One more?" he asked her.
Tessa shook her head and then pushed him until eventually, she was the one that dominated him.
"As much as I want," and she began to move.
And the ensuing moments were once again the hot and lustful battle of the two of them.
*****
"JOAQUIN!"
"Pa!" he replied in shock when he heard his father say his name loudly.
"Come home tonight, we have something important to talk about," Joaquin Sr. told him in a tone he knew he couldn't refuse.
The young man smiled. "Okay, Papa," he replied before the line broke.
Only now did he know what it would be and what they were going to talk about so Joaquin already knew what he was going to answer.
He will say he is not ready to get married yet and if he marries, that is to the woman he loves.
Even though he has always been like this, he loved his father very much.
And that is why despite being a certified playboy everyone still sees him as the good son.