Weekend nights in Manhattan always feel alive. The city lights shimmer in the distance, reflecting the dazzling high-society life that never sleeps. Amid the waters of the East River, a luxurious yacht is anchored, hosting an exclusive party for businessmen, celebrities, and socialites who want to spend the night in style.
On the main deck, the atmosphere is electric. Deep house music pulses through the air, guests mingle with cocktails in hand, and couples dance under the glow of crystal chandeliers hanging above the outdoor bar. The scent of sea salt blends with expensive perfumes, creating a sensual and intoxicating ambiance.
In a quieter corner, Ethan Calloway, a young CEO who always commands attention, leans against the ship's railing, sipping his whiskey with a relaxed expression. Beside him, Anneliese Roth, a German supermodel with a flawless face and a body sculpted by the elegance of the runway, gazes at him with interest.
ANNELIESE: "Weekend in New York never fails to amaze me."
Ethan smirks, swirling the whiskey in his glass.
ETHAN: "That's because you've never partied with the right people before."
Anneliese chuckles softly, stepping closer with confident grace. Her black silk dress flutters slightly in the night breeze, revealing her bare shoulders.
ANNELIESE: "And what makes you think you're the 'right people'?"
Ethan looks at her intently, then, without much hesitation, he pulls her closer, his hand resting lightly on her waist, their faces inches apart. Their lips finally meet in a kiss—at first playful, but deepening with every passing second.
But suddenly—
"WHAT THE HELL, ETHAN?!"
The voice shatters the moment.
Ethan immediately pulls away from Anneliese and turns around. Standing there, fuming, is Sienna, his girlfriend. Her red dress clings to her body, a stark contrast to the fiery rage burning in her eyes.
The lively chatter on the deck dies down. Guests turn their heads, some whispering, others eagerly watching the unfolding drama.
SIENNA: "Are you fucking serious right now? Making out with this European Barbie in the middle of the party?"
Anneliese, instead of looking guilty, simply smirks and shrugs.
ANNELIESE: "Relax, darling. It's just a kiss."
Sienna glares, her expression dripping with contempt.
SIENNA: "Just a kiss? You think I'm that stupid?"
Ethan exhales slowly, his expression remaining calm.
ETHAN: "Sienna, I think you're overreacting."
SIENNA: "OVERREACTING?!"
Sienna grabs a champagne glass from a passing waiter's tray and, without hesitation—
SPLASH!
Cold champagne drenches Anneliese's face.
Silence engulfs the deck.
Anneliese blinks, then lets out a slow, amused chuckle, wiping her face with her slender fingers.
ANNELIESE: "Well, that was unnecessary."
SIENNA: "You're lucky I didn't pour a bottle of tequila on your fake blonde hair."
A few guests chuckle at the brutal remark.
Ethan runs a hand over his face, his gaze steady as he looks at Sienna.
ETHAN: "You're making a scene, Sienna."
SIENNA: "Oh, I'M making a scene?! You're the one cheating on me in front of half of Manhattan's elite!"
Some guests discreetly pull out their phones, recording the chaos.
Sienna glares at Ethan, her eyes blazing, then lifts her hand, ready to slap him.
But before she can land the hit, Ethan swiftly grabs her wrist.
Their eyes lock—rage, ego, and unresolved emotions clashing in an unspoken battle.
ETHAN: "If you want to leave, leave. But don't act like you didn't know who I was from the beginning."
Sienna yanks her hand away, her voice shaking with fury.
SIENNA: "You know what? We're done, Ethan. Enjoy your pathetic little life with your models and your money."
She turns on her heels, striding away with unwavering confidence, her high heels clicking against the deck's wooden floor.
Anneliese watches her go, then turns to Ethan with a teasing smile.
ANNELIESE: "Well, that was fun."
Ethan takes another sip of his whiskey, staring out at the sea, unfazed.
ETHAN: "Just another weekend in New York."
The atmosphere on the yacht was still tense after the confrontation between Sienna and Ethan Calloway. Sienna had just thrown a glass of champagne at the face of Anneliese Roth, the German supermodel who had kissed Ethan in the corner of the deck.
Some guests were still in shock, others were trying to hold back laughter, and a few were already busy recording the incident with their phones.
Sienna, her red dress still shimmering under the party lights, stared at Ethan with an expression full of contempt.
SIENNA: "You're such a fucking cliché, Ethan. A rich CEO who can't keep it in his pants."
Ethan remained calm, even offering a faint smile.
ETHAN: "You knew exactly what you signed up for."
Sienna let out a mocking chuckle, then glanced around, making sure all eyes were still on her.
SIENNA: "Oh, sweetheart, you think I'm gonna cry and walk away like one of your pathetic exes?"
Ethan raised an eyebrow, slightly intrigued by her response.
Sienna grabbed a martini glass from a nearby table, lifted her hand, and with a triumphant expression—
SPLASH!
She poured the entire drink onto Ethan's chest.
The watching crowd immediately erupted.
"OHHH SHIT!"
"THAT'S ICONIC!"
"Damn, girl!"
Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, letting the cold sensation of the drink seep into his skin. He then opened them again, meeting Sienna's smug smile as she placed her hand on her hip.
SIENNA: "Now you look like the cold-hearted bastard you really are."
She then stepped forward, patted Ethan's cheek twice gently, then turned around and walked away with graceful, confident strides.
The party guests cheered and clapped.
"SHE ATE HIM UP!"
"That was savage!"
Anneliese, still standing nearby with her dress damp from the earlier champagne incident, chuckled softly.
ANNELIESE: "That was… dramatic."
Ethan sighed, taking a napkin from a passing waiter and starting to dry his shirt.
ETHAN: "Yeah, but at least now I'm officially single."
Anneliese smirked.
ANNELIESE: "Single, yes. But humiliated? Also yes."
Ethan laughed, then took a sip from his whiskey glass.
But the night was far from over. And in Manhattan, every weekend always had another surprise waiting.