Advantage

Francis

She did make her favorite cocktail. And sipped on it, since I'll pay for it. I nodded at Robb and he swiped my card again. She pushed the handkerchief to me, and I put it back in my pocket.

"So, what's your play for today, Mr. Casanova?" She asked, probably starting a conversation.

"I would like to take out this friend of mine who looked broken-hearted and I wanted to know what exactly happened so I could comfort her and help her punch this man that broke her heart." She laughed at what I said. She pushed herself up from the counter, climbed, and turned and I helped her get to the barstool.

We are like best friends when it comes here to the bar. We talked a lot and told me a few women that looked my way. I don't care, other women, when I'm with her. We share a lot of secrets as well and let each other comfort us. But I never know her boyfriend. She just says a 'he'.

"Well," she sighed. "It was the day of our wedding and before our vows, he just ran away saying that he's not ready and that he doesn't like that I become all superior."

"Wow, that's making me angry. I mean, damn, before the vows. Why didn't he just go to your room and tell you that he's sorry, he's a dick and couldn't marry you?"

I feel sorry for her. She was saving up lots of money for that wedding although it was simple. The groom wanted it a little bit big for his friend since she had lesser friends.

"Because he's a dick." She answered which I agreed to.

"Well, at least you could enjoy your life."

"Yes, before I could enjoy my life, I have to kill lots of pillow for a week." She pouted and sipped on her cocktail.

"Damn, woman!" I exclaimed as I laughed.

"Yes," she drummed her fingers on the counter. "I got depressed but then I think that he's not the man for me. Then I saw him a week after, he's with another woman with big fake boobs!" I started laughing at her bubbling. "I mean, can't you believe it, he bangs a fake boob, full of plastic surgery face. I mean, I can determine that it was a fake on her."

"Oh, please… I had seen a lot.

"Well, she's like a duck! But she's better than the woman I saw. Someone richer."

"You can find someone better looking than him. With complete eight packs of abdominal, very expert on pleasuring a woman and can give you multiple orgasms, and of course would praise you like a goddamn Goddess." She started laughing at what I said in that little speech of mine. To be truthful, I could give all of those. But my rules were to never fuck your friend. She's a friend and I am eager to fuck her. Yeah, it sucks.

"I didn't expect a Casanova like you to say that. But man, that only exists in those erotic novels."

"Please stop calling me Casanova, it makes me look cool," I said with a little boost. She tittered and smacked my arm. I wince just to show her that it hurts but it didn't. "No offense, but I'm a woman's predatory man and once that I get on them, they will never resist me."

"Damn, I never thought that you would be all that mighty." She brings her glass on her lips again and I watch her closely.

"What did you do the moment you saw him with her?"

"Of course, I throw the rings on his face."

"What kind of ring did he give?"

"A rhinestone and silver."

"Cheap." Of course, it is cheap.

"Well, it is for a tycoon like you. But for me, when a man you love proposed it means that he wanted to live with you until you both grow old and perhaps, die. It just changes my perception about that."

"Hmmm." I took the glass to my lips and sipped slowly.

"The most hateful about him is that he took my virginity just right before our fucking wedding!" I almost threw the strong drink that I am drinking and swallowed hard.

"You are fucking serious."

"I am." She nodded and drank it all.

"You need to fucking get laid as well."

"Yeah," she shrugged. "I still have to work in the gym and do whatnots for my life. My money was wasted on that fucking preparations. It's very hard to get money and it all became wasted!"

"What is this man's job again?"

"Accountant. Maybe he's now a manager because he is banging that plastic girl." If I knew this guy, I would fucking make his life miserable. I mean, I jump from one girl to another, but they know what I am capable of. I don't stick to one if I don't love the woman. I say straightly what I wanted, and they are just going—go.

"Do you badly want to show this man that you could earn a lot of money?"

"I do."

"Then, I am offering you a job." She laughed at me.

"Of course, you can."

"No. I came here to talk to you about that. You like experimenting with drinks and all, so I am here to hire you about our wines. We are making innovation for the theme of 'Naturalist—thingy'. Name your prices for every session."

"Great." She grinned at me. "Can I have twenty thousand every session? Plus, free transportation as well."

"Just twenty?"

"Twenty is enough for me." I only shrugged. I could give her thirty for every session. Surely, I will end up seducing her.

"Can we start now? We have hiking tomorrow so we couldn't make it."

"Sure. I'm free and it's my leave now." She stood on the barstool and I held it for her, and she reached her things under it. "I'm off, Robb!" she called out. Rob gave me my card and she put on her jacket to cover her bareback.

I glance at Travis and Colt who are enjoying four women with them to charm them and fuck them and lastly leave them. Colt winked at me and I just smile as I take Natalie outside. My motorbike is parked there, and I pull out a spare helmet from the small compartment of my bike. I straddled the bike and she held on to my arm and positioned it behind me.

"Where are we going?"

"To my house, that's where I keep the wines."

"You won't bring your girlfriend with you?"

"Nope. I'm single today. Got a tight schedule." She giggled and held on to me. I can feel her breast pressed on me and her heartbeat. My heart seemed like responding to her beat as well.

Are we meant for each other? Or it’s just my sound so hopelessly romantic?