Mr Coman.

"What did I choose? Did I choose the cougar? I hope not."

"Never! I can't choose that. I already have nine super gorgeous ladies back in Vegas. I don't want to make any fucking lady cum. If it is any other task, I wouldn't mind. I don't want a cougar!!!"

"The last thing on the mind of young man who is about to be a father is drilling the hole of some old lady."

He started to feel cold breeze and cosiness crawling up his skin. That feeling was familiar with one of the feelings he had back on the island.

"Help! Help!!!"

Suddenly, there came a yelp from behind him.

"What was that?"

He spun around to see where the shout had come from. But immediately he spun around, he lost his balance.

Splash! His body in the water!

He pushed his head out of the water, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

Looking around, he noticed a sort of raft flowing away from him. He deduced immediately. That was what he was standing on. He pushed his body through the water and climbed on the raft.

"Oh my goodness! I'm in the middle of a blue ocean?"

He gasped, looking around.

Then, instinctively, he recalled that there was someone who had called him. He turned,

"A yacht. The cougar?"

He hurled himself against the cosy and fierce breeze of the ocean... deep inside the ocean, he dived.

He pushed his body up when he got to the yacht and climbed on it. When he climbed on the yacht, he made sure to appear behind the lady who was still waiting for him.

He had his reasons for appearing behind her. He wanted to be sure whom he was dealing with. A cougar or an entrepreneur.

OR COULD SHE BE THE MAID OF A REJECTED PRINCE?

He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

I MUST BE INSANE. SHE IS DRESSED IN A MODERN WAY. THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE. SINCE WHEN DID MAIDS WHERE SUITS?

"Where did he go? Did he drown?"

He heard the young lady say in a worried tone. Suddenly, the lady turned around at once towards him. Immediately, the lady saw him, she freaked out and almost lost her balance at the edge of the yacht.

She fell backwards, off the railing and towards the water...

"Ahhh!!!"

She screamed.

"Shit."

Damien ran to save her. His distance to her was quite far. But suddenly, he felt a force aid his frame, sweeping him through the air in a crazed zoom. And in the blink of an eye, he was holding on to the lady, preventing her from falling.

She pushed her head into his chest, and he balanced the both of them.

"Oh, thank you."

She raised her head to look him in the eyes.

"It's cool. Now, let's go. What's the matter?"

Damien just wanted to be done with this.

"How did you do that, though?"

The young beautiful lady was quite interested in how he had helped her from falling.

"I mean, you were very far from me."

"See, lady. Do you have a problem or not?"

"I'm sorry. Please come with me."

The lady, though offended, couldn't act on it. After all, she needed his help.

She led the way into the yacht and then to a particular floor of the yacht. She pushed the door open.

Damien was greeted by blinding lights. It was like a hall. And there were so many polished men dressed in suits, extrinsically wealthy, already seated. Waiting for something. For someone?

The lady leaned towards him,

"You are my boyfriend. You'll figure it out."

She smiled at him and walked away in another direction.

"Hey... hey..."

While Damien was trying to call her back, about three hefty guys walked to him, and two of them grabbed both his arms. And with weird smiles in their faces, they led Damien up the podium, which was in the middle of the hall.

"We'll have your argument now, Mr Coman."

A voice called from the left as soon as Alves got to the podium. All eyes were on him.... flashes of camera and...

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MR COMAN? WHO THE HELL IS THAT?

Damien was confused. There was no one else there but him.

AM I MR COMAN?

If all eyes were on him, it could only mean that everyone was waiting for him.

BUT FOR WHAT? WHY ARE THEY WAITING FOR ME?

Suddenly, he recalled what the lady told him,

"You are my boyfriend."

I COULD RUN AWAY THOUGH. IF I DO, WHO CAN STOP ME?

He thought.

"You must complete the task."

He recalled the warning of the lady from the hall.

OH SHIT, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I OUGHT TO SAY.

He noticed the men seated whispering. It was now or never for him.

His eyes zoomed through the meeting space. His eyes scurry in search of just one person. His girlfriend?

There she was, seated as though nothing was going wrong. There was a soft smile idling in her face. Damien squinted his eyes in rage at her, but she didn’t look like she cared.

HOW CAN SOMEONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND, FIND SOMEONE LOOKING TARDY AND ASK THEM TO COME TO THEIR AID? SOMEONE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!

Damien looked down at himself. He was still wet and dripping.

IS THIS LADY INSANE? WHY AM I EVEN STILL STANDING HERE? I LOOK LIKE A FOOL TO THIS PEOPLE.

The more Damien let the thought invade his mind, the vexed he was.

FUCK THIS!

He wanted to walk away. Suddenly, he noticed something like a pulpit. On the pulpit, there was something that looked like a booklet.

WHAT IS THIS? COULD IT BE HELPFUL?

He moved closer to the pulpit.

READ ME.

Was the inscription that was on the cover page of the booklet.

"Read me?"

He raised his head,

"Ladies and gentlemen, forgive me for my hesitation. Let's get to business."

He started to read from the book,

"Judging by the status of events and the economic situation clouding the success and growth of our businesses, it is important that you understand that these points presented by my girlfriend, are not to ridicule your choices but put things in check."

"If we give her a few weeks to implement the proposals I tell you, take my words, you'll have nothing to worry about. And if things go south after the time frame, come after me. I will take responsibility for it."

LIE! I WON'T TAKE SHIT!

His thought process interrupted the speech. He continued immediately,

"Though majority of you don't know, but I'm more than a billionaire."

"There is no need to squander more words. The flop in the act was chaos caused by the economic crisis, which erupted like a volcano over the week. Time is the best healer."

He looked away from the book and nodded at the people.

Suddenly, everyone got up on their feet, a rain of applause to drown him in....

IS THAT IT?

Damien wondered. He didn't even believe any of the words he said. And he felt bored by the task.

In the middle of all that, the young lady stood up and started to walk towards him.

"That's right. Come here and tell me what the fuck that was..."

Damien cussed under his breath. As soon as the lady got to him, he raved,

"How could you do that to ---"

He choked on his words. He felt warm, soft flesh on his lips, then in his lips...

When his brain registered, he was stunned to realise what was happening...

She was kissing him...

"Woo! Woo! Go, Marie!!!"

A woop came from the audience, and the roar of applause increased. And Marie went even deeper and more intentionally...