His Greatest Possession

It was 11:29 at night when he checked the time clock. Groaning from frustration, he grabbed his key and went out to drive his newly purchased car. Ginrre Clarckstone is the most listed name of those wealthy brats who always wanted a night with him. He is a successful, intimidating billionaire with his striking looks and desirable body. Most women find his frigid expression more attractive. At 28, he is good enough to handle all the matters in the business world. He owns most spotted resorts, hotels, and restaurants in New York City. He held a large VIP studio of expensive artworks. He loves to possess things that most people can't afford; money, attention, and power. After a few minutes of driving, he reached his destination. The VIP club of billionaires which owned by his cousin, Teo. After parking his car, he walked inside and settled on the counter. "Three shots of billionaire Vodka," he ordered as he massaged his forehead. He can feel the seductive stares and looks of those sexy women behind him, trying to get his attention. But he does not enjoy s****l pleasure with anyone he does not know. He has a high standard of women he spends a night with. "It is rare to see you here drinking. I bet it has to do with women?" He was enjoying his drinks when his cousin came out of nowhere. But Ginrre doesn't mind him and stays silent. His mind was blank after his business trip from California. He needs alcohol and the night breeze to help him relax his body to get some sleep. "Well, would you like me to get someone to help you through the night ?" Teo asked again, grinning his face. "Better enjoy yourself," he answered plainly, and made his way to the exit and drive home. Teo was left smiling wickedly and laughed, already getting used to his cousin's icy attitude. He finishes his drink and goes off to the crowd, finding someone attractive to spend the night with. The chandelier lights sparkle in every corner of the place. Visitors talk about business, politics, and their expensive possessions. Some enjoy their delicious supper, while others are flirting and chilling with their cocktails. The room turned silent when a woman entered, dressed in red while wearing a pair of silver high heels. With a gorgeous body and alluring looks. Everyone stares in awe while she takes a step inside. The kind of woman every female wanted to be, and male wanted to have. Ezye Brentdy was forced by her best friend, Ambrey Guzman, to attend her grandparents' 57th anniversary. She doesn't want Ambrey to be disappointed for not attending. So here she is, bearing the attention she never wanted. She keeps a steady face, patiently waiting for her to come and get her out of the tension. Her best friend arranged the preparation and sent some make-up artists to her place to do the makeover. It was already planned by Ambrey before she could say yes to it. Ambrey came from a wealthy family. And being a spoiled brat is on the bloodline. They are both 25 years old but have different lifestyles, as she only has a simple life. She owned a small coffee shop in Brewster Hill, New York City, two blocks from her place, with one cashier and two waitresses. It is also the place where their friendship started. "Ezye. Did I make you wait for a long time? My apologies. I was with the Clarckstone family to discuss business. They were taking it so long that I wanted to cry out of frustration.”Ambrey ranted as soon as she arrived. “Anyway, let us go upstairs. I know you don't like crowded places " "That's okay. The tequila helps me to ignore the tension," Ezye smiled and laughed, showing her perfect set of teeth. "That's why I love you so much, " Ambrey giggled and hugged her. "You look stunning tonight, Brey," she complimented her best friend. The brat rolled her eyes and laughed. "Everyone here knows that you are a freakin gorgeous goddess, duh," Ambrey added, and both of them laughed like teens and made their way upstairs. They enjoyed their talk and drank tequila without noticing they were already tipsy. On the other hand, Ginrre is in the garden, relaxing alone, drinking a vodka martini. He tends to stay longer since his mother insisted earlier. They rarely see each other because of their busy schedules. He knows his mom won't stop nagging him if he doesn't stay. So he prepared to stay in the garden, a bit more peaceful than inside. He was about to leave when someone stumbled on him. Without a doubt, he used his arms to prevent the woman from falling off the ground. "I apologize for not seeing you, it's kinda dark, and I'm looking for the exit," the woman apologized with a drunk tone while she fixed her messy hair. Upon seeing her face, Ginrre was stunned. He first noticed the woman's cupid bow-shaped lips to her tiny pointed nose and green eyes. They were the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen. He is charmed by them and can't move a single inch. His breath became heavy while obliviously cupping his hands on her tiny face. The woman stared at him with a look of drunk eyes and smiled, which made his heart beat race. Slowly he lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. He could feel the taste of tequila and its softness of it. "Ezye!" Ambrey’s voice called from a distance and took them back to reality. She let go of her hands when she realized what she had done and walked to Ambrey as if nothing had happened. "What were you doing there, and who was it?" Ambrey asks while holding her hands. She did not speak for a moment but found her voice back. "I was looking for the exit and stumbled on some stranger," she said in a sleepy tone. "I'm sorry again for leaving you on the terrace earlier. Mom keeps calling me to talk to those big-time visitors." Ambrey apologized. "Don't worry about it, I understand. I can't drive in my state now. I'm drunk and sleepy," she replied. "I was worried when you were gone from the terrace and looked for you everywhere. Let's go get some sleep in my room. It's late, you'll go home tomorrow." Ambrey holds her shoulder, and they make their way upstairs. Ezye, that name, keeps running into his mind while driving home. He keeps telling himself that it's just a kiss and nothing special. But another part of him can't just shake it off no matter how much he tries. When he got home, he took off his clothes and went to shower. With closed eyes, he focused on thinking about another thing, and somehow it started to fade. He stood for 45 minutes in the shower and got himself ready for bed. But as soon as Ginrre closed his eyes, the image of the woman appeared again, her smile and charming eyes. "f**k!" he cursed and did it repeatedly until he was tired of complaining.