CHAPTER THREE
Urrrrrrrgggghhhh!
There's so much to say, but I just need this ideal woman of mine—so perfect, she suits and complements me. She should be extremely calm and extremely fierce at the same time. She shouldn't be found lacking in anywhere.
At 35, I became very rich and successful. I was standing in as the CEO of my uncle's billion-dollar automobile company. One of the biggest in the world. He retired as the chairman and had no successor, so I became the next in line, which also happened because I'm his favorite, and the company had proof of my contributions. I had more than enough to sponsor even to the highest degree of my lust. And also I met and dated women of all kinds. High and low. Black or white. Expensive and less expensive women. And finally, I dated over one thousand, five hundred women in five years, and I slept with all of them...but I can't anymore.
Why? Because there's no perfect woman anywhere. So I decided to build one for myself and by myself.
She'll be good in all sectors—tech, business, entertainment, religion. Just name it. She'll be the character you call 'perfecto'. She will have all the qualities I need. She'll beat all the women in the world and there'll be none like her.
Mom and the family were already complaining so much about how I needed a wife and how Mom wanted a grandchild. There are so many worries for me to just settle down with a woman.
It took time, but I built a lab in my home. I mean, my house has a large underground apartment. I...um! Turned the whole place into a laboratory. I started my collection of blood samples. I contacted all of the ladies I dated in the past five years, drugged them, collected their blood samples, and sent them to my lab space.
It wasn't an easy one, but finally, I did it. I visited this hospital and gave them so many charity benefits. They were so carried away with all the things I presented. I quickly stole one of the newborns in their crib and ran away to my lab.
I mixed all the blood samples. It wasn't easy. Also coupled with the loud cries from the baby. I tried my best to be the perfect dad until she finally stopped crying. Gosh! Babies are sickening.
Aha! My mixture was complete. With the vial brimming with shiny red blood, I quickly inserted the whole liquid into the little crying child. Satisfied, I laughed in Cedric's voice...just that I had no Wormwood around to share my victorious joy with.