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TO A
MISANDRIST ????????
(When fire meets ice…????)
By: Diamond Zayne ✍️
CHAPTER 2&3
°°HE’S A PLAYBOY°°
Camila walked into the office after been permitted to.
“Good day boss. Sorry to disturb you, but you have an incoming call.” She said, stretching her hand forward so she can take the phone from her.
“Who is it from??” She snapped, looking at her for a second.
“Your dad.” Camila replied, sharply.
“I don’t wanna pick it.” She told her before facing the computer in front of her.
“Okay.” Camila replied reluctantly and started leaving the office when the phone began ringing.
She looked at the phone and back at Yolanda, who wasn’t sparing her a glance. She had her eyes glued to the laptop in front her.
She turned to leave but her next sentence stopped her. “Pick the call!” She commanded, not staring at her.
Camila nodded, before picking the call which was about ending, putting it on loudspeaker.
“Camila, what took you so long to pick or haven’t you arrived my daughter’s office?” Came the authoritative male voice.
“Dad, I ain’t picking you up… You better let the servants do their job otherwise you remain in the airport.” Yolanda said, firmly. Her voice was a bit loud, so her dad was able to hear her.
“You can disagree for all I care, it’s none of my business but just you know, I’m arriving Mexico by 1:30pm… Don’t keep me waiting.” He said in a tone of finality before hanging up the call.
“Dad!!!” She yelled furiously. Camila just stared at her. She knew that she was surely gonna pick up her dad from the airport even if she doesn’t.
Her dad just had a way of making her do things against her will. ‘Damn the old man.’ She grunted inwardly.
“What are you still doing here?? Get out!!” She yelled at her and Camila quickly scurried off.
≈ 1:30pm ★ AIRPORT ≈
The stares of the plane rolled down, and a pair of white sneakers came into view.
The guy came down the plane, smiling widely as he scanned the environment through his dark shades.
He was putting on white singlet and a blue denim jacket on it. He wore a ripped jean trouser, giving him that bad boy look.
His neck was adorned with gold chains, which looked handsomely expensive.
He had a piercing on his left ear which he adorned with a gold earring. He ran his hand which had ring on almost all the fingers into his hair before splaying a charming smile on his lips.
His was putting a black shades on, making him look more handsome… Like a Greek god.
It feels good to be home, he thought, taking in the natural refreshing air he was getting.
“Home sweet home.” A blonde haired guy said behind him and he nodded.
“Yeah Gael. I’ve missed home… I can’t wait to rock the city.” He voiced out and Gael chuckled.
“By that you mean, f*cking some bítch.” Gael smirked at him.
“Australia is a nice place. If not for dad’s continual persistence, not even my shadow would have been seen in Mexico. ” He muttered.
“But yunno, you’re supposed to take over your dad’s company.”
“Exactly what I don’t wanna do… I just wanna live a cool, carefree and fun filled life… That’s all but the old man won’t understand this. He just wants me to sit in the office from dawn till dusk going through blank papers over and over again.”
He was still talking as he walked when he bumped into someone, the girl was about falling but he held her by the waist, her b**bs pressing hard on his chest.
He smiled sheepishly as he stared down at her. She wasn’t really short but he was taller than her, so…
He was enchanted by her alluring beauty that he couldn’t help but stare. Her beautiful hazel eyes, small nose, thin pink lips which looked tempting.
Damn! He wanted to get a taste of it. Still staring lustfully, he didn’t know that his head was slowly leaning closer.
Yolanda widened her eyes, for a minute she got lost… She didn’t know what was happening to her she just felt entrapped as he held her. She being she, he would have been cooling his àss in the jail right now but she wasn’t doing anything.
Coming back to her senses, she didn’t waste time before pushing him off and a deafening slap followed.
“Whoa!!” Gael exclaimed as he watched in amazement.
“What the f*ck?!! How dare you do that??” Miguel yelled, holding his hurting cheek.
Yolanda scoffed. “Try this shit with me again and spend the rest of your life in jail.” She said in a calm but not soothing tone before walking away.
She couldn’t understand why she didn’t have him arrested. She didn’t teach him enough lesson when she had the chance to… But why??
She shoved any unnecessary thought behind her, that wasn’t important for now.
Now where the heck is the pest??
She thought.
“Yoyo.” She heard his voice behind her. She rolled her eyes, turning to see the old man who has always been a pain in her neck.
“Stop calling me that.” She said rudely, rolling her eyes again.
“Not even a welcome??” He asked and she scoffed before walking away.
She still haven’t changed. Still rude. He thought sadly.
“Let me help you with that sir.” He heard Camila’s voice behind him.
He smiled. “You are??”
“Camila.” He flushed in embarrassment.
“Oh. Camila… Sorry I couldn’t identify you.” He apologized, smiling at her sweetly.
“No problems, it’s not your fault… We haven’t met before.” She clarified and he nodded.
She was right. They have met before, when Mr Adams left, Camila wasn’t Yolanda’s PA.
Yolanda’s PA’s doesn’t last for more than a month but surprisingly Camila was going to three months now.
“Yeah, I guess.” He smiled as she collected his luggage.
“Thanks dear.” He appreciated and she smiled.
He was just too polite and kind. Always smiling, complete opposite of Yolanda. She wondered where she got her attitude from, coz even her mom is a very jovial and carefree lady.
“You’re welcome sir.” She replied as they walked to Yolanda who was impatiently waiting in the car.
“Are you guys done with your chat?? Your can talk more if you want, I don’t care.” She said harshly.
“Sorry boss.” Camila apologized as she quickly placed Mr Adams stuff in the car trunk and hopped in the driver’s seat, tighten her seatbelt. She ignited the car’s engine and began driving.
“So you won’t talk to your father as well??” Mr Adams asked.
‘All men are the same.’ She wanted to say but she shook her head. It was pointless telling him.
She just scoffed before looking out through the window.
Mr Adams sighed. He wished to have his old daughter back. But that was more like a future impossible.
She was never gonna change. He thought sadly.
**
“What just happened??” Miguel asked, coming back to his senses.
“You bumped into a lady, you saved her from falling and she slapped you… I guess all girls are not the same.” Gael grinned.
“Shut the f*ck up!!” He asked, obviously shocked.
That was the first time he was hit by a lady. Like what the f*ck. His mom has never hit him, neither has any lady.
How could they slap a demi god like him??
“Who is that lady??” He asked after sometime.
“How am I supposed to know??” Gael replied with a question and Miguel glared at him.
“What’s your job?? I want every details about her??” He said walking away, not wanting to hear a word from.
Gael laughed before following him behind, as they walked towards the car which was waiting for them.
***
≈ GONZÀLEZ’S MANSION ≈
A black Porsche drove into the magnificent mansion. Driving pass the beautiful waterfall at the middle of the compound.
It stopped at the luxurious garage, parking there. The door opened and Miguel hopped out of the car, with Gael.
He began walking into the mansion, but before he got there. The door opened and a middle aged woman ran out.
“My baby!!” She squealed, pulling him into a bone crushing hug.
He frowned slightly. “You don’t wanna kill me, do you??” He asked, rolling his pretty eyes.
She smiled, before breaking the hug.
“I missed you.” She whined, planting numerous kisses on his cheek.
He scowled his face at her as she did that. “Eww!” They heard someone spout behind them.
His gaze shifted to his ten years old, kid brother who was squeezing his face in disgust. His dad stood behind him.
“Jealous boy… Come lemme kiss you as well.” Mrs Gonzàlez said and he frowned.
“No!!”
“Welcome home playboy.” The boy smirked at him. Miguel chuckled.
His kid brother has always called him that, he doesn’t know how the kid know the word but he has always called him that.
“Thanks kiddo.” He winked.
“Don’t call me that!!” He warned frowning.
“I’ve got a name. David, it is… So stop calling me that.” He added.
“Also stop calling me playboy and I’d do as you say.” Miguel smirked.
“Never.” David said.
“Okay kiddo.” He smirked, ruffling his hair.
“Playboy!!” He screamed and they laughed.
“Seems like no one recognized my presence.” Mr Gonzàlez uttered.
“Me too.” Gael affirmed.
“Who are you??” Miguel hissed at Gael, going to his dad.
“Hey old man.” He called and his dad glared dangerously at him.
You should know by now that I’m not afraid of that look.” He winked.
“I’ll k’ll you someday.” His dad said and he smirked.
“You won’t do that coz you still need me alive.”
“Badass playboy.” David hailed and he laughed as they began walking in.
“I’m guess no one will ever recognize me.” Gael mumbled and David nudged at him.
“Miguel!!” A feminine voice screamed immediately the door opened. She ran to him, pulling him into a tight hug.
“Romina.” Miguel called, obviously surprised. He didn’t know she was here.
Romina is Miguel’s childhood friend. So… Basically they grew up together.
Few minutes later…
They were already seated at the dinning room, eating. When Mr Gonzàlez brought up a discussion.
“So Miguel, you’re taking over the company tomorrow, our business needs attendance.” His dad informed him and he sighed tiredly.
“Not now dad. I just got back and taking over your business is the last thing on my mind.” He informed him.
“What’s on your mind right now??” His dad asked and he smiled naughtily.
“Now you’re talking dad. Have fun, party all day, f*ck some-”
“Miguel, we have a kid here.” His mom interrupted, spanking his head.
“Mom!” He whined, pouting.
“You need not to worry yourself mom, I know everything.” David smirked and his mom widened her eyes.
“What??” She gasped.
“Yeah… Playboy likes saying fork… Gosh!! Seems like he loves fork a lot… Here??” He said, handing his fork to his brother.
“What?? What’s this?? F*ck is different from…”
“Miguel!! Don’t corrupt my son.” His mom warned.
“Am I??” He asked, feigning ignorance
“Let’s not divert this discussion… So like I was saying… You’re taking over the company, Miguel…”
“I’m done here.” Miguel cut off his dad, dropping his cutleries. He stood up and began walking out of the dining room.
“Miguel! Come back here!!” His dad yelled but he paid a deaf ear.
“What sort of son is he??” Mr Gonzàlez asked himself.
“You shouldn’t have raised that topic.” Mrs Gonzàlez told him and he sighed.
What was he supposed to do?? He and Miguel already agreed that he was gonna take over the company when he returned from his trip and now…
This nonchalant attitude… No way, he wasn’t gonna take that.
Romina excused herself, going after Miguel. He was about opening the car, when she hugged him from behind.
“Please don’t go Miguel. Please.” She begged. She already knew that he was gonna f*ck a bítch.
That was his hobby, she couldn’t help but feel angry. She has always had a crush on Miguel and it developed into love but Miguel has never been interested…
He only sees her as a friend… Nothing more but she doesn’t like that!
“Let go Mina.” He said hotly, trying to released her tight grip around his waist.
“Please don’t do this to me.” She cried.
Miguel furrowed his brows in confusion. He removed her hands from waist.
“I’ll be right back.” That was only what he said as he got into his car and drove off.
Romina let the tears, rolled down her cheeks.
One day.
She believed that one day she’d get him… That’s for sure.
≈TWO DAYS LATER ★ AD COMPANY≈
Mr Adams’s office…
He could be seen seated on his office chair, his gaze fixated on the laptop before him. His hands weren’t dormant as well as they were unrelentingly typing on his keyboard…
A knock came in, without waiting for his approval, the door squeaked open and Mr Gonzàlez walked, looking bright.
“Martinez!!” Mr Adams called standing up, looking surprised to see him.
“José.” He replied as they hug.
Martinez and José are best friends and business partners but it happens that their children don’t know each other.
“I wasn’t expecting you.” José said, as they disengaged from their manly hug.
“Do I need permission to come visit my friend??” Martinez asked and José chuckled.
“I guess not.” He said as they both sat down.
“So how are you doing?? Your family??” José inquired and Martinéz sighed.
“Everything is going fine, expect for my son. He’s been a pain on my neck… He’s not interested in becoming the CEO of my company.” He told him.
“Huh?? Why?? I mean, every son’s dream is to take over their father’s company, right??” José said.
“Not my son… He’s only interested in women and partying… Nothing other than that.” He said.
“Whoa!!” José smirked as an idea popped in.
“What’s it??” Martinéz asked.
“Let’s talk this over a drink. Let’s go to a restaurant.” He suggested.
“But why??”
“Just come.”
TBC..