*TEXAS AIRPORT*
Cladded in a black suit, Gaspar could have been mistaken to a prince charming.
Watching the video on the screen of his phone, he scoffed from time to time.
"I told my father I was coming home, I wasn't expecting him to publish articles about it." Gaspar said to a fellow man in suits just behind him, dragging his trunk.
The man, Johan was obviously older than the late 20s Gaspar.
Gaspar ears became alert and his eyes widened when he had what he wasn't expecting to hear at the airport; a dog barking
Whoof! Whoof!
He looked straight ahead and his legs grew weak at what he saw.
"Wh.. what? Why is it coming my way?
Answer me?!" Gaspar yelled in fear.
He made to hid behind Johan but shrugged the thought off.
That's childish. Grab a weapon. Gaspar thought.
He looked sideways and smirked when he saw according to him the best weapon; his trunk.
"Stop running. We're at the airport." A female ran after the dog.
Gaspar saw the lady and scoffed. He didn't care if she was it's owner or not, he was ready to hit the dog if it gets any closer to him.
The dog got closer, Gaspar raised the trunk and hit it...but missed.
"Ah!" He shrieked in terror when the dog ran through the space between his legs.
Johan caught the dog before it ran any further.
He handed it to the lady.
"Thanks." She smiled and took the dog from him.
"You? How dare you bring a dog to the airport?" Gaspar raised his brows at her.
"That reminds me.." she turned to Gaspar.
"Who do you think you are to hit my cute little dog? Are a dog hunter, huh?"
"How dare you have your dog run towards my direction,lady? Were you trying to get my attention?"
Gaspar was expecting the lady to quickly apologize and drool after glancing at his charming looks but her next word made Gaspar to furrow his brows.
"Unrelated but are you a brother to Ben Carson?"
"Huh?" Gaspar was speechless. "No." He finally found his voice.
"Oh, I thought you were because you like to dream big. Have you stared at yourself in the mirror? Do you think I'll find someone like you interesting?"
""...Someone like me?" What do you mean?"
"If you're afraid of dogs, then you're a SCAREDY cat. Weak men are not my type." She emphasized and left.
Gaspar scoffed and went after her.
"Not again." Johan whispered
"Listen, lady. I'm not a SCAREDY cat."
"Then why were you afraid of my puppy. What will you do if the mother dog comes?"
"Oh no! Don't tell me that the mother dog is around. I'm sure she's way worse." Gaspar said looking terrified
"She is and you just got her angry by stopping me."
"Oh,no! Where is she?"
"She's me!"
"Wow!" Gaspar scoffed because he got fooled. "Thank goodness you know you're a mother dog cause all I've been hearing from you is whoof whoof!"
"You're a father cat. Meow, meow!"
"I'm not a cat."
"You are and tell your girlfriend I'm sorry for her. That's if you have one."
"My girlfriend will like me because I'm good looking unlike your future boyfriend!" Gaspar yelled.
"Mr Nashville, you'll draw attention to yourself." Johan interrupted and the lady left.
"Thanks for reminding me. I can't stand that girl." Gaspar said.
"Let's go."
Johan tried to help Gaspar with his trunk but Gaspar said...
"No! Don't touch my trunk with those dog hands."
Their ride arrived and drove them off to the Nashville's residence.
Gaspar Nashville, is a charming young handsome man with monolids brown eyes, prominent nose, sexy medium to full sized lips, prominent jawline.
His perfection and muscular physique was the secret behind his charm. He is the only son of a billionaire whose net worth billions of dollars. Gaspar is a bibliophile, a movie producer and his movies hit more than a million likes in two weeks.
He left Texas at a tender age after the death of his mother and was finally back to his...
His phone beeped
Message from 'my dad'
"I'm not home. Your sister's home."
Gaspar scoffed.
"Tell the driver to drop me at an eatery close to my house." Gaspar said.
"He heard you. There's no need for me to tell him." Johan said.
"Whatever...but...I'm tall, muscular and handsome and smart. I'm filthy rich and all ladies type but she bluntly said I'm not her type."
"Not all ladies like muscular men."
"Why? Would they prefer a pencil like one?" Gaspar asked.
"It's their taste. Tell me, what's your type of woman?"
"Smart, beautiful, not more or less that 5 to 6ft and curvy...sexy... attractive shape. And not fat of course." Gaspar smiled.
"I prefer chubby women."
"Ew." Gaspar said in disgust.
"You see. We have different taste..."
"But we have to admit that many...many have bad taste. If I'm not her type, then she has a very bad taste." Gaspar interrupted.
"Are you saying that to feel better?" Johan asked with raised brows.
"No. It's facts. I mean she's beautiful but...damn she has bad taste."
"Why are you angry if they're not your taste or do you like her?"
"Ew. No!"
"But she's your type of woman."
"Nah. She's skinny."
"She doesn't look skinny to me."
"Fine, yes! She's my type of woman but I don't like her. She called me a dog hunter. Even if I become the poorest man on earth, I'll never hunt dogs or pigs for food."
"Why? You don't like them?"
"Yes."
*****
"Mm. Yummy." Gaspar hummed with pleasure as he took more bites.
"That's pork." Johan said and Gaspar widened his eyes.
He felt his world crashing to the ground.
Johan laughed.
"Just kidding."
"How could you?! That was an expensive joke."
"Sorry. Just wanted to see your reaction."
After take few more bites, they left.
"Finally home!" Gaspar exclaimed as the car drove into the villa.
He got down from the car and went in.
He saw his kid sister watching a movie.
"I'm back." He said for her to notice him.
"Thank God. Go clean your room yourself." Cecily said, eyes still focused on the TV.
"Are you happy to see me?"
"I'm happy. I mean you'll take off my work load."
"Then why aren't you giving me a hug."
"Shut up! You're distracting me."
No one missed me. Gaspar thought and hissed loudly.
Gaspar got to his door and to his utmost surprise, his room wasn't cleaned. The door was a mess. He felt like screaming.
Still, he went in with a moody expression but a smile formed on the corners of his lips as he saw the decoration in the room.
He smiled, chuckled and finally laughed.
So...she acted like that to make me think that they don't care about my arrival and catch me off guard. It worked!
"Thanks, Cecily!" He yelled
As he sat on his bed and stared at the room, a sense of familiarity hit him.
"It's no more that little boy's room, it's that man's room." Gaspar said.
"If it's a man's room then what are you doing here?" A middle aged man walked in.
"Dad!" Gaspar rushed to hug him but...
"Stop!"
"Why?"
"When are you planning on getting married and leaving my house? If you live here with your sister, I might join your mom sooner."
"Wow! Dad, this room was decorated so well. Hahaha." Gaspar laughed trying to change the topic.
"Gaspar, don't change the topic. Freshen up, rest a bit and join me in my room. We have alot to talk as men."
Not again. Gaspar thought, his lips pouted.