Bored Billionaire Love Story #StaryWritingAcademyIII

Chapter 1: The Dreamer

BORED BILLIONAIRE BACKSTORY

It all started because of Marc.

Marc is Marco Fernando; twenty-four years old, an Overseas Filipino Worker (OFW), married, and a dreamer.

The story of the dreamer began on the thirtieth day of December, Monday, Manila International Airport, Departure Lounge, Philippines: "Calling all passengers bound for Dubai, you have twenty minutes left to board the plane, Thank you!" The announcement nailed in my ears with excitement, hope, and fear.

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It was in...Bacolod City, on the island of Negros Occidental, Philippines:

I met Ayah Isabel Gonzales in the college of Chemistry Department at San Jose College, Bacolod City, in the province of Negros Occidental. Bacolod City is the capital city, one of the developed cities of the Philippine archipelago struggling for growth at that time, where students from different towns used to study their college degrees and find their destinies. Different people with different characters met and trade for their wares; a place for newcomers to discover what this place meant to their lives.

Ayah and I were on the same academic course, and each day, we had time to discover ourselves together. I have had taken this Chemistry course just please my father. I was not interested in taking this course, in fact, I hated Chemistry subjects. It did not give me an interesting value with my whole being. It was natural for me to be there inside the classroom, only for the sake of going to school and finishing my course. I was too young to comprehend things from proper perspectives. I fall in love with Ayah Isabel, which triggered my inner feelings and thoughts to continue studying. She was the one driving my motivational force to finish my course. Ayah propelled my existence for the life I was treading on and my future. She was a woman with a simple outlook on life, but with the courage to face the world with dignity. She was brave to confront things that had a substance in her life. Ayah's personality made me a weakling in terms of finding a better life for myself and for her. A strength that I cannot find in my personality, almost, with our lives in Bacolod City, I relied upon her.

My ambitions in life and loving Ayah formed a doubt inside of me, in which, I had undecided feelings about which way to move forward; dug deeper with my love for her or find my own course after graduation.

Financial incapability entangled my parents and ensured to extending my college education faltered. I gathered enough courage to think for the solution that could give me a positive action with my present situation. Ayah helped me with every undertaking I made, even aiding with my day-to-day living. She lied to her parents about the whereabouts of the money she was always asking for her schooling. To augment my insubstantial entity, we lived together under the same roof without the sanctity of marriage. Our parents did not have knowledge of what was going on with our lives in this stead. We continued schooling with this kind of setup. We wanted to be together always.

I strived hard to find a job to alleviate our situation and could help with my studies but in vain. Ayah Isabel can withstand the poverty, but I cannot. I wanted a life that was comfortable enough for me, my ambitions, and my love.

I used to sit in the public plaza when I am worn out in finding a job. One day, as I was sitting alone thinking of my dilapidated situation, looking in a far distance of the seashore at Bacolod Seawall, suddenly a guy sat beside me which made me think negatively about him. He smiled at me and introduced himself, "Hi, my name is Edward," extending his hand to me. I accepted his right hand but I was adamant with my actuation. I wryly smiled at him and answered, "Hello, I am Marco... Marco Fernando...."

"I saw you sitting here in the public plaza when I passed by heading for my job these past few days. And, I think you need some help or, a friend maybe? I worked in a restaurant as a waiter, just across the main street," as he pointed his finger westward feeling agitated.

He looked at me squarely and said, "How are you? How about you? Are you studying? Working? Do you have a job?" His action was more of a brother to me.

And I answered, "No, I've been searching for two months now, but..." my words were not formed into a sentence but I looked and sized him up.

"Do you want to work in the restaurant?" Edward asked with a smile on his face. "There's a vacancy right now," as he moved towards me.

"I don't know any job in the restaurant, but I'll try... I really need a job to support my studies. You know, Edward, I am studying in college right now... maybe I can ask the manager for the schedule of my work? Is that possible?" I asked him with a constant confidence that deep into my heart I needed a job very badly.

"Yes, I'll recommend you. Come with me, I'll introduce you to my manager."

As we were heading to the restaurant, the sparkling light inside of me multiplied a billion times, hoping something beautiful will come along the way. Those crumpled thoughts that bothered me for some time, disappeared as quickly as the bubbles in the air. Never in my imagination had I felt so close to my feelings and thoughts. What I was hoping for, really at this moment for me to move upward even though I knew, how hard to push those negative things to be materialized.

Working in the restaurant with a salary to depend upon, built my ever-changing confidence, which helped sustain the rigors of my daily endurance and continuing my college studies. I had done so much of my learning system, wherein I developed my personality to acquire the freedom to do the things that I could learn somehow. The negative thoughts inside my head were blown into multiple rays of hope for my goals in life; adding some motivated aspects of my ambition triggered my inner sanctum to prolong the basic human emotions.

I resumed my schooling through the help of Ayah Isabel who supported me from A to Z. Even with my deepest soul, I knew too well that all of these were just stairs to heaven. The most important things that I could revive with my weaknesses were the ones destroying my dependent personality. But even though I experienced hardships in my existence, I was still aiming for whatever hopes inside of me. Battling through poverty was not my forte, and I didn't have the inkling of eluding them. I had such an amazing way of defying myself with what I've learned to fake things that came into my life.

I began to discover things the hard way. I worked as a server in a restaurant near my boarding house. Some customers wanted to know me personally. Others befriended me. At first, I thought that these people wanted to uplift my well-being and to extend some wonderful things that I wanted in life. I considered my situation and emotion to be cultivated by what I valued as a new adventure to me. They explored me high enough as mountain climbers reached the mountain tops. It was such a feeling of developing your inner self to the people who liked to dig deeper and deeper until you cannot fathom the deepest evil in you.

After my duty hours, I was with them, daily as what they wanted me to, as what they molded towards the new day; drinking spree, parties, and drugs. Nightlife seemed to be the breathing element of my soul. I discovered it, I wanted it, but deep inside my heart, I knew what this meant to be with them. Nevertheless, I continued schooling but my soul and energy cannot withstand the rigors of an everyday event. Even though how hard I tried to run away, still, I kept on coming back and wanting more.

Earthly things captured me like a prisoner, like a virus eating my flesh, and released the ecstasy within me. Believing that I could extend the wondrous feelings that I discovered, explored, and tasted; my discovery made me a fool until I found myself doing the craziness of humanity; money, drugs, and s*x.

The more I valued my vices, the more I succumbed to their essence that I could not falter to taste it; every minute of it. The happiness that I felt gives real meaning to what I wanted in my whole life. But, little by little, it destroyed my self-esteem and even my whole personality. It changes the core of my soul, my being, even my heart, resulting in my downfall. The decreasing energy within me continued negatively. The goals that I cherished most were lost over time. I found myself weak, sad, and alone.

I cannot cope up with my life in the city, alone, and it's Ayah Isabel who cared for me, who came to the rescue.

Even my friend Edward Ramirez helped me without any boundaries. I released the very core of my existence to the people who loved me. Edward and Ayah were the two human beings that always lifted me up for whatever problems I was entangled with my vices.

Edward Ramirez and Ayah Isabel Gonzales nursed my soul to be back again. Knowing that I can revive my spirit and resume the ambition I have had. They stayed for a while and encouraged me all the way.

"Best friend, are you alright now? I'm very happy about the changes...I mean, the changes in you. Glad to know that you can work again. I'll tell our manager about your comeback... You know, he's asking about you and I lied, knowing that I want you to work there again. Yes, my friend?" Edward asked me one day.

"Yes my friend, now I realized... how foolish I was...how weak," I answered crying.

I started to concentrate on my studies for two consecutive years through which I gave real meaning to it. The vital things that matter most to me were the ones that triggered my motivation to grow. The development that I almost conquered was reeling to be mine; for I excelled for all my subjects, extra-curricular activities, and friends. It's nonetheless a revival!

I joined the college publication to explore the possibilities of motivating my inner self to reveal what's inside of me. A written form of expressing my thoughts and feelings; poetry, short stories, and drama guild, healed it gradually. Most of my time, I spent with these activities, not knowing that I was changing the values of my life.

My life now was the reverse of what I experienced during my first year in the city.

The first free verse poem that I constructed was entitled: "Closer to Me"

Your beauty captures my heart; your soul surrounds me wherever I am. Perhaps, you are the Goddess of beauty? I feel you are endless.

I feast my vision on you, turn towards the light. Perhaps by chance but definite in direction.

I am drawn by the deepest awareness of you which probes my heart to think of you and feel your soul throughout my life.

I know so very little yet feel so much, Oh, it's a great feeling to see your soul! Unable to gaze to your beauty, my soul provides to my heart, a vision...Unable to touch you.

Our soul's touch sends us to pleasure and our bodies shiver with ecstasy in the oneness of perfection!

I am amazed by you, as you are, you are not far...you are close...

And I held you so tenderly, closer each moment, closer to you!

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The changes took their toll when I met someone who can turn the tide. I was in my fourth year in college when I met Danielle Gustilo at another university. She was a beautiful; business-minded kind of person, classy type, and came from a well-to-do family. My flamboyant character attracted her when we were together. She did not know that I was only baiting her for a refuge; investment and money. I courted her for three months. She was totally in love with me. I learned to love her the way she wanted it to be. I am a person who can play things with perfection if I wanted to. I was incorporating myself into her dreams. She knew my meager standing and offered to help me; with my college tuition fees, for my daily undertaking, and even s*x. I accepted her offer that I even asked for more. I tasted her beauty to the fullest.

She gave me what I wanted for her, the satisfaction, the heaven...but, let me set the scene, just for your total information.

Imagine.... the night's cool, brisk, quiet, and heavy with the fresh rain. A small breeze swayed through the bottom of the slightly open windows, bringing in the scent of the sweet fresh rain. It mingled scantily with the fragrance of fruity-sweet-apple emanating from the several candles strategically placed around the room that flickers slowly in the breeze. The pale blue curtains danced and tickled in the skimming breeze.

The cool breeze touched over the thick blue carpet, mingling the scent of the beautiful rain with the fragrance already placed into the weaves. A candle sits nestled in one corner of the room on a black wrought iron glass top table, illuminating the pale blue behind it.

A candle sits on the two windows across the room from each other, the flames dancing tightly in time and in tune with one another, but never going out. Two more candles sit at the center of two end tables snuggled close to either side of the bed. The faintest music of wind chimes that hang in the last window behind me can be heard over the sweet tinker and echo of the rain. Our king-sized bed sits in the center of the room, draped in glossy red satin sheets, topped with a thick red feather blanket, with several plush feather pillows lining the cherry wood headboard. The light was so very dim, but even so, I can see everything clearly in the muted glow.

I can see Danielle sitting on the bed, head resting comfortably on the plush pillows. She's wearing a red silk nightgown with her body curve drawn from inside. Her feet are crossed and propped up on the folded-down blanket. Her arms are crossed over her soft breasts pulling tightly against the taut fabric.

I was standing naked in front of the bed looking at her.

I wore the crooked sexy smile that she had always found so dreamy on me and it always made her weak at the knees. I stretched my muscular body, arms raised over my head and her feet reaching towards me. My body relaxed again and scooted down a little, still looking at her.

Her eyes slowly slide down my body, then even more leisurely back up. Again, her gaze lingered on my muscular body.

I stepped up towards the high bed and put one leg up on the blanket and painstakingly slowly I raised myself up from the floor to stand before her on the bed. I slowly rocked side to side; grinding my hips down slowly towards the bed until my knees were touching the feather blanket, then leaned down forward on my hands until I was on all fours before her. I came forward a little, and with my one hand, I began to untie the little satin ribbon that was holding the top of her nightgown. I let my greedy eyes get even hungrier at the sight of her supple breasts."Do you like what you see?" she said in a husky whisper.

Just the sight of licking my dry lips makes her know that I do.

The music slows down a little to another song, and now I know what I want to do. Somehow it was there inside me all along; I just didn't know how to get it out.

That animal passion that I wanted to use when teasing her all night long was finally coming out in me.

With the beat of the music, I explored her body with ardent pleasure starting from her collarbone, gently nipping and biting her as I slowly began to kiss her body.

The music changes again and I can't hold on any longer. I reached her head pulling close to me and kiss her while in a kneeling position. I gently bite her lip as I kiss her and feel the passionate searing pain of her nails in my back. I draw in a sharp breath, not from the pain from exploring. She arched her back up into my hands, feeling her nails lingering on my lower back. I looked at her and she barely nods back to me, but it is enough for her to know I'll finally let us into this dance.

Her arms are around my shoulders now as she feels me move more on top of her, feeling every curve of her body welding with mine. Our breaths get shallow and quickened, but neither of those things matters right now. All that matters in this one moment is Danielle and me. She began to close her eyes when I begin to enter her lovely heaven. I whisper to her to open her eyes and look into my eyes, and my first blow made her totally energized.

We rock back and forth in this sensual dance. I hugged her so tight and kissed her so hard. We collapsed together, our passions spent, and gave her a silver ring as an engagement. She rested into my arms breathing slowly and contentedly. We soon fall asleep in each other's arms, knowing to myself that I captured her, like a prisoner in a cage!

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