What will you do, if you seriously have everything ,effortless charisma, wealth , a lot of friends, and hot girls falling crazy over you?
For me, I don't like anything that can be achieved easily.
I've dated a countless number of girls, but I never got to say that sentence -"yeah! that's my type."
Though, one night, that thought changed. Or someone forced it to change.
When I saw her, I got to know this bittersweet feeling of love.
I leaned against the bar, sipping my whiskey while surveying the crowded room.
I was the center of attention, as always.
My features, charming smile, and effortless charisma drew people to me like a magnet. Wealth and success only added to my allure.
Yet, despite being surrounded by beauty and admiration, I always felt unfulfilled. I had been with many women, but none had ever truly captivated me.
I craved something more, something that challenged me, something that made me feel like I'd earned it.
I wanted a connection that went beyond superficial attraction.
As I gazed out at the sea of adoring faces, a thought entered my mind: 'What's the point of having everything if it doesn't truly satisfy me?'
With a look of dissatisfaction and boredom, I continued sipping my whiskey while looking at the entrance. Just then, a striking woman with piercing green eyes caught my attention.
She was different from the others, brimming with confidence and a hint of mystery.
Our eyes interlocked. An unfamiliar, exciting current rushed all over my body. I approached her and asked in a flirty tone, 'May I offer you a drink?'
She turned towards me and smirked!
My heart skipped a beat.
'Sure!' she replied with her seductive voice.
I realized that this was what I had been searching for all along – someone who would make me say, 'Yeah, that's my type.'
I had a feeling in my gut that if I missed this chance, I'm never getting it again.
We chatted about various random topics when suddenly!
She put her hand over my thigh.
I was looking at her with my eyes wide open. I couldn't resist and smiled like a fool.
My breath was getting hotter with each passing second.
She looked in my eyes and gulped, showing a sexy gesture.
This time, with a more seductive tone, she whispered in my ear, "I'm getting bored."
While slowly moving her hand from my thigh towards my private part in a vulgar way.
I bit my lower lip and gulped. I finally lost that little control, which was holding me back.
I immediately held her hand, which was on my thigh, and rushed to my Bugatti Chiron. She didn't resist either.
We both sat in the passenger seat, and I told my driver to rush towards home.
I was extremely thankful to myself for purchasing a nearby mansion.
The destination was only 5 minutes away. But only I know , how long it really felt for me while holding myself back."