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."