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The screams distracted me from the reporters' questions. I turned to see what was causing the commotion, and there she was, squeezing her friend as viscous liquid dripped down her clothes. I left the reporters and ran toward her. When I arrived, I saw with horror: the shirt I had given her was a mess, completely soaked with vomit.

"I'll pay for it," her friend said as she continued to squeeze her. Finally, she let go, and with a sudden fit of rage, grabbed the drunk girl by the collar and squeezed. I acted immediately, pulling her away by grabbing her waist, although I got covered in vomit in the process.

"I'm going to kill you, Grace!" she yelled furiously. I carried her in my arms to the motorhome, let her go, and looked her in the eyes. Her expression of anger was so intense that it was a little scary.

"Do you want me to lend you some more clothes?" I asked.

Without saying a word, she began to undress until she was in her underwear. I silently watched her for a long moment; her physique was spectacular, her skin looked smooth, and my fingers itched to touch her. It was fascinating to see how she, who barely knew me, had practically undressed in front of me.

"Does it bother you that I'm seeing you like this?" I asked curiously.

She looked at me, and a slight smile spread across her luscious lips.

"You could be my son," she blurted out.

I stood there, speechless. Didn't she realize how wonderful she was?

"I'm twenty-two," I replied.

She smiled even wider.

"And I'm thirty-six," she replied.

I nodded slightly, continuing to watch her. It was so crazy what was happening to me. I had earned the title I had dreamed of for years, and I was face to face with a beautiful woman in her underwear. Was I dreaming?

"Does it bother you that I'm like this?" she asked.

I immediately shook my head.

"And the clothes?" she asked, visibly annoyed.

I ran to get something for her, grabbed some clothes, and handed them to her, but she didn't take them.

"I smell horrible," she complained.

I lifted my arm, which had also been soaked in vomit, and made a face. It also smelled disastrous.

"If you want, you can take a shower. Come with me," I suggested.

She took a deep breath and then looked at me.

"I'm sorry to ruin your triumph; I'm so embarrassed," she said.

But I wasn't paying attention; my eyes went to the soft lace covering her full and sweet breasts. How could she think that I saw her as a mother? Holy God, I wanted to lift her somewhere and tear off her underwear with my teeth.

"I'm Kat, by the way," she said.

She reached out her hand, and I shook it, and as I had thought, she was very soft.

"I'm Hayden," I said, half-enthralled.

She smiled again, and my heart began to beat fast. This was the first time something like this had happened to me. I had had several partners, but none had made me feel like her. It was so strange, but I liked it a lot.

"I think I'll go take a bath; you should leave, you're probably being waited for," she suggested.

I nodded and moved away from her a bit.

"Will you come to the celebration with me?" I asked.

She looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I don't think so; I have to take my friend home, but congratulations," she said.

I felt very disappointed by her answer, but I nodded.

"Will we see each other again?" I asked.

She bent down and took a card out of her small bag.

"If you ever get married and want a divorce, call me," she said.

I read the card mentally. "Katerina Sinclair, Lawyer."

"Thanks, I'll keep it," I said.

She nodded and started walking to the bathroom, but then her friend came in and stared at us.

"I won!" she said and wobbled. 

I ran to her immediately; a fall in her state could be very bad.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked her.

She smiled.

"To you," she replied.

Kat approached me and snatched her from my arms.

"Why are you naked?" she asked in astonishment.

"You vomited all over me, what did you expect?" I reproached her.

Kat took her friend to the bathroom and pushed her inside. I heard her friend's pleading screams as Kat scolded her for getting drunk in that way.

"Hayden is waiting for you," my technical director told me.

I nodded and walked over to him.

"Where did you find those women?" he asked me. I smiled.

"The brunette will be my wife, so be nice to her," I requested. Jona gave me a couple of pats on the back.

"I think she's a bit older for you, don't you?" he asked. I shrugged; age was no obstacle for me, and I was sure Kat was the one for me, my heart told me so.

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Grace was curled up on the shower floor, trembling from the cold.

"I hate you, Kat," she said as she shivered.

"I hope next time you say you won't drink, you mean it. You vomited all over me," I complained.

She got up and looked me in the eyes.

"Why were you naked?" she asked.

I hit her on the shoulder, and she winced.

"He's a kid," I replied.

"He's twenty-two, he can make you one already," she said.

I took a deep breath and completely ignored her. Grace was the dirtiest-minded woman I knew; her mind was corrupted.

"He must be amazing in bed. Imagine how good a twenty-year-old must be. A forty-year-old will never have the stamina of a twenty-two-year-old, so take him to the moon for me," she said with a grin.

I grabbed the towel, wrapped it around my body, and headed out of the bathroom. I wasn't going to continue listening to Grace's nonsense.

"I'm going to ignore you and pretend this conversation never happened," I said and went back into the bathroom.

As I removed the towel and looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a wave of insecurity. My breasts were a bit saggy, there was looseness in my skin, and my hips weren't as prominent as before. My body had changed over the years, and I saw myself reflected in the mirror in a way I didn't recognize. My mother's critical voice echoed in my head, seeding doubts about my attractiveness.

I faced my own image with a mix of nostalgia and melancholy. How could someone like Hayden find beauty in this aging body?