A naked bum walks out of the bathroom. She stands and fantasizes about the man sleeping soundly on the soft cushion bed.

The whole room was a mess. Shirts, dresses, and underwear of a man and a woman were scattered on the sparkling white tiled-floor. Bed sheets and pillows are cluttered by the employed activity that causes moaning horse voices.

The woman walks towards the man, lifts the bed sheet that has been covering his half-body, revealing his black boxers fitting his long sword. She pulled down his boxer shorts and played with the shaft hanging in tranquility—that would soon be a soldier that'd be injected like a professional doctor of pleasure.

An ID could be seen on the nightstand. Written is the name of the man, Xavier Roger Croxxveil, Chief Executive Officer. The wallet placed on the nightstand is open wide, containing nothing other than a card, a few bucks, and the other IDs, together with two smartphones on its side.

Xavier is a fine man with a beautifully built body, a tall, lean, pointy nose, long eyelashes, and sexy reddish lips. His hair is messy, and artistically makes it show off his handsome face.

His head became restless from the woman's licking and sucking. Gradually, the soldier was standing on his own. Still, he is sleeping, but something is going on inside his head.

He is dreaming of a woman. Nice curves, but a blurry face. The way he moved inside of her while he slumped his sword from behind was making his mouth open a bit. He let out a groan, reacting to what the woman was doing at his length—in reality.

His mouth opened wide. "Ohh..."

Still in the dream, he sees how he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her upwards, making her stand on her knees as he thrusts hard from behind. He would cup her mountains and gently plant kisses on her neck.

His eyes opened, revealing his glorious brown eyes. Looking at his lower body, "fuck!" he cursed, seeing how deep his shaft was thrusted into her throat.

He came with the dream of doing the woman inside his head. The woman spits out all his sticky juices on the floor.

He gazed sharply at the woman before he creased his forehead. "Who the fuck are you?! And why are you here in my office room?!"

The woman sits on his lap and caresses his wetness on his not-yet-recovering 'shaft'.

"Remember, you were drunk last night," she seductively bit her lower lip, "and you asked me if I wanted to sleep with you, Mr. Croxxveil?"

"Get off!" He yells at the woman and pushed her off.

"F*ck!" Her butt slumps on the bed. She scoffed. "Rumors are really true...you don't have a heart,"

He wore his boxer shorts. "Listen here, I can't recall you. I don't know. I probably just pulled you off to warm my bed last night. Now... I don't have any use of you so get out." He quickly eyed her body. "Be thankful enough that you have a nice body...and face? Let me think of that,"

The woman felt mocked. "I...I even dumped my b-boyfriend so I could be with you last night. A lot of women dream of you. Come on, why don't you just keep me? I'm experienced in bed—"

The woman was cut off when he tightly gripped her chin. "Keeping...isn't my thing," he grumbled, eyes were sharp as knife, "so get lost...I don't care if you walk outside without any clothes on, fuck off!"

The woman was enveloped in terror, but Xavier didn't mind ample care. The woman dresses up and leaves the room. Silence won inside the room, much better for Xavier.

He noticed the woman's phone and took it. "Look she is, even dumped her boyfriend just to have sex with me. "What an idiot brain..." he mumbles. "Women really are cheaters,"

He opens the window and throws out the phone, then he closed it, didn't even bother to fix curtains. He sighed while roving his eyes around his room. The mess he is witnessing makes his entire body tired. He is not into cleaning his room or something. It doesn't unnerve him anyway.

In the end, he decided to not bother to clean up the mess he had made. This room isn't as clean as it is though, not physically, because he would be with different women here every night. So it isn't that much to be respected.

Cleaning self is much more important than anything else. A loud sigh penetrated more than the sound of the shower hitting the floor.

After cleaning himself, he emailed his secretary to cancel all his appointments...again. After that, he went to the club.

The Club.

The location where he met the woman who drives him insane and makes him horny even in his dreams. How crazy the fact it is for someone who is known for his name all over the country.

Anyone will definitely get their heads turned around just to see the person who has the surname of Croxxveil. Numerous women fantasize about Xavier because of his Greek God body. He was perfectly sculpted and didn't overdo. His height would make you feel so small. His handsome face will definitely make you feel wet.

The place was full of different noises; people were getting on with their own pleasures, passing time alone, or hanging out with their friends. Music all over makes his chest vibrates.

He took the glass and began to sip on his drink. The ices cling as he put the glass down back to the table aisle, where the bartender is playfully grinning at every woman witnessing his entertainment—flying up those bottles and glasses on his hands and elbows. Xavier found it boring and irritating.

In the corners of the club, people could be found smoking, making out, dancing on the stage, laughing with friends, drinking a whole bucket of alcoholic drinks—this f*cking private club is alive!

"Sulking doesn't suit you," a man approaches Xavier, he sat down on the stool beside him and ordered one glass of the same drink.