Wild Night's With Daddy

"DOC, WE SHOULD add him to the list of most sought-after bachelors for tomorrow's auction," said Tessmarie placing a picture of a handsome man on her desk. "I think he will agree."

Tessmarie is Grace's co-organizer for tomorrow night's auction.

The auction was for their organization, Animal Welfare. She had always participated in these kinds of things. Most of his time is spent taking care of the animals in his clinic. She was a veterinarian and she loved animals, especially dogs.

Grace took a deep breath and stared at the handsome man in the photo. He had emotionless midnight-black eyes. His nose was proud. A very stubborn jawline and a visible frown of displeasure on his face. He looked down at her body. Well-toned body. He stood six feet three. Even in the picture, the man's forehead is still wrinkled.

"Do you think Mr. Valerian Volkzki will agree to join the auction tomorrow?" He laughed softly. "Sorry, Tessmarie, I just didn't think he would. He's after all called 'Hitler' by his employees."

Tessmarie smiled sparingly. "I know. But think of this, if we can get one Valerian Volkzki to join, we will surely raise a lot of funds."

Grace was considering it. "Let's just say we brought him along." He drew a deep breath. "Who will go to him to invite him?"

Tessmarie's smile widened, then she placed the invitation card on her desk. "You."

Grace's eyes widened. "No way..."

"Yes, way." Tessmarie winked at him. "Among the two of us, your convincing power is stronger."

"I doubt that." He rolled his eyes. "Tessmarie, this man might kill me." He even pointed at the picture of Mr. Volkzki. "I can't get out of his office alive."

Tessmarie just laughed at him. "Silly. Of course not. All he can do is snitch on you."

His shoulders slumped. "Isn't there anyone else who can talk to him?"

Tessmarie shrugged. "I could call Donny and—"

"Ew." His face was wrinkled.

The other person laughed loudly. "You really don't like Donny, do you? He's still planning to flirt with you."

Dony is also involved in Animal Welfare just like Tessmarie. The man always approaches her for unknown reasons.

His face is still not painted. "I don't like him. I hate it when he touches me. It makes me sick. Maybe it's because of his perfume. He's nice but I don't want him touching me."

Tessmarie laughed loudly again. "Oh, Grace. Your mind is so innocent. It hasn't been tainted by the lewdness and lasciviousness of the world." She tsked. "You're sick because you don't like Donny. That's all. What's your reaction because you don't like him? But when a man touches you and you like the feeling, get ready, Cupid is the one who did that. ."

He frowned. "Cupid doesn't exist. It is scientifically proven."

Tessmarie just shook her head. "God, Grace, in which cave did your family hide you? Cupid is used to represent love, but not literally."

He frowned and was annoyed with himself. Why is there so much he doesn't know in the world? "I always went to school and home. I had a nanny with me until I was in college. When I had free time, I read educational books like Daddy Wanted to gain more knowledge. When I was in college, Daddy would pick me up, ' then my uncle is the dean of our college so I'm closed-minded. I want to be like a normal student, hanging out with boys and reading magazines, but Dad won't let me. He said it would harm me. And I listened... That's what good daughters do, right? Listen to their parents?"

Tessmarie looked at her with pity. "Your parents are very strict. Didn't you choke at least once?"

Grace shook her head. "Daddy said that's for me too. So I'm sorry if I sometimes think literally and have no knowledge about the opposite sex."

Tessmarie sighed. "Don't worry. When you don't understand something about the opposite sex, call me. You have my number, don't you?"

Grace nodded. "Salamat."

"Alright, I'm leaving. I'll hand out invitations, eh."

He stood up and kissed Tessmarie. "Okay. Be careful."

"I will. Anyway, don't forget about Mr. Valerian Volkzki. You can do that." He smiled, then left his clinic.

Grace sat down in the swivel chair, her eyes fixed on Valerian Volkzki's picture. Is he really the one to talk to Hitler of the Philippines?

Lord, have mercy on me.

He took a deep breath, then put the invitation card that Tessmarie had placed on his table in his handbag. He left the animal clinic with his dog, Valerian, who was given to him by his father.

He opened the car door. "Valerian, get in," he spoke to the dog who immediately entered the car.

Grace smiled because her dog was so smart and was listening to her. He got in and sat in the driver's seat, then moved the car towards AirJem Airlines.

I hope he will be admitted even if he doesn't have an appointment. She knew that Valerian Volkzki was a very busy man.

Arriving at the AirJem Airlines parking lot, he opened the window an inch to let his dog breathe while he was inside the building. She wasn't worried that someone might steal her car. The entire parking lot is heavily guarded.

Grace first adjusted the black dress that reached the length of her knees. The dress hugged her curves. He bit his lip when he noticed that he was still wearing a doctor's robe.Shit! He immediately removed it and folded it, then hung it on one of his arms.

He took a deep breath before going out. He got into the elevator. After leaving there, he went straight to the desk outside the President's Office.

"Good morning." He smiled at the man behind the secretary's desk. "May I speak to Mr. Volkzki? I don't have an appointment."

The man smiled. "Mr. Volkzki doesn't like appointments." It stood up. "Wait for me here."

Grace raised her eyebrows when the man entered the President's Office. Mr. Volkzki didn't like appointments? How weird was that? Shouldn't big companies have appointments because they do a lot?

His eyebrows were still raised when the man left the office, but the door remained slightly open.

"Ma'am, what is your name?" the man asked politely.

"Grace Oquendo," he answered.

Half a man's body entered the door, then spoke. "It's Grace Oquendo, Mr. Volkzki," he said, looking like he was talking to his target.

This is weird.

The man turned to him again and asked. "Do you have Japanese or Spanish blood?"

He nodded confusedly. "One-fourth Japanese, one-fourth Spaniard and half Filipino."

The man turned back inside the office. She heard the man relay his answer to his very weird boss. And then he looked at her again. "Ma'am, can you face the camera?" It pointed the camera sideways. "So that he can see you."

Curious, Grace followed what the man did and frowned when she looked at the camera.

Minutes later, the man spoke again. "Come in, Ma'am."

He let out a deep breath, then walked inside. "Thank you," he said to the man when they met, then entered the open door.

"Close the door," A baritone voice said as she walked in.

Without looking at Mr. Volkzki, Grace closed the door behind her and faced the man she came here for.

She sucked in a sudden breath when she saw his face up close. The picture didn't do him any justice. The man in front of him was Adonis personified.

Good heavens. There is a man this handsome.

He took a sip and blinked. "Ahm, can I talk to you?"

He shrugged. "You're talking, aren't you?"

No wonder he is also Hitler personified. What a rude mouth he has.

He motioned her to come closer using his finger. "Come here and sit down. My neck is stiff from looking at you."

Grace nodded. Yes indeed. It was rude of her not to sit. She wet her lips and followed what Mr. Volzki said. He approached her table and sat in the visitor's chair.

Valerian Volkzki's gaze made her count, but she counted even more when his gaze dropped to her rich breasts.

He smiled and calmly asked. "Excuse me? Why are you looking at my chest?"

The corners of his lips rose. "I'm not staring at your chest, I'm reading your name on your coat."

He raised an eyebrow, then looked down at the lab coat that was folded and slung over his arm. His name was upside down so maybe he was staring at it. She thought he was looking at her breasts. "It's Grace Oquendo," he said.

The man raised an eyebrow as well. "I know, you don't have to repeat it."

The attitude is ugly. But what can he do, eh, he is the one who needs it?

He placed the invitation on her table. "I'm here to invite you to the auction tomorrow. It's a bachelor auction for my organization, Animal Welfare."

Mr. Volkzki stared at the invitation card. "In short, you want to sell me to women to help animals?"

He nodded and smiled. "Seems like that."

He sighed. "I do not want."

No wonder. "Okay."

"You won't force me?"

"Why, are you going to insist?" he asked again.

He shrugged. "Hindi."

"Okay. Thanks for the time." He stood up and walked towards the door. He was about to open it when Mr. Volkzki.

"Nice ass."

Grace took a breath and quickly turned to the man. He was looking at the laptop screen so he might just be imagining what he heard. He took a deep breath, then left the office.

Tessmarie said that her convincing power is strong, but she doubted it. Mr. Volkzki is the kind of person who can't be convinced when he doesn't want to and he has the right to say no. That's why she left the moment he declined the invitation. He doesn't want to insist and mess around. His parents raised him with respect for others.

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Fuck! "nice ass," said Valerian while looking at the laptop screen where he made the photo of the woman who had left his office as his wallpaper.

The woman was wearing a black dress and lab coat—that she wore in front of him. And she looked sexy while doing it.

Valerian dragged his gaze to the door. Tumaas ang sulok ng mga labi niya. He was really expecting that woman to be persistent, but she proved him wrong.

He didn't want to be associated with a person with Spanish and Japanese blood but look at him now, a woman with Spanish and Japanese blood just talked to him and he actually replied.

This is a miraculous day in Valerian Volkzki's life.

And that's because she has a nice piece of fucking ass.

And I am a piece of shit for admiring her hot ass. And a more fucking piece of crap because my cock hardened even more.

Valerian stood up, then left the office. While riding the elevator, he called the security team assigned to the CCTV room.

"Look for a woman with a lab coat," he said while looking at his wristwatch when security answered his call. Ten AM sharp. "He's still in the building. Look for him, right now."

He doesn't know what he's doing. It was funny how his body moved against his mind. This was indeed a miraculous day.

"Sir, the woman with the lab coat has left the building," said the security.

He hung up immediately, then repeatedly pressed the basement where his black sedan was parked.

After like a fucking eternity, the elevator stopped in the basement. Irritated, he went out, then called Phoenix Martinez, who designed and built his elevator.

"You're a piece of shit," he immediately said when the man answered the call. "My elevator is slow. I thought it was the fastest elevator in the country. Give me my money back."

Phoenix just scoffed. "Did you time it?"

Valerian looked at his wristwatch. His eyebrows met when he saw that it was only 10:01 AM. Has it only been a minute? It feels like forever to me.

He hung up without calling Phoenix. He didn't have anything to say anyway.

He got into the car and drove it fast like he was racing. And when he got out of the basement and was about to turn, he felt like he bumped into something.

"Fucking fuck," Valerian cussed and then he opened the door.

He pressed his lips together when he saw a dog lying on the ground. He felt a little sorry for the dog. It's his fault because he runs fast. He was about to approach her when he heard the familiar voice of a woman.

"Oh, my God! Valerian! Are you okay?!" Grace Oquendo was running in his direction.

His eyebrows rose in surprise. Valerian? Is she belonging to me? He was that worried about me? Hmm. I feel special all of a sudden.

He was ready to meet the woman when she suddenly knelt down next to the dog she bumped into.

"Valerian, are you okay, baby?" asked Ms. Oquendo to the unconscious dog.

His jaw slacked open. Well, what do you know? The world is so fucked up. Really fucked up.

Ms. turned to him with sharp eyes. Oquendo. "What did you do to my dog?!" A tear slid down her cheek. "You killed my dog. You're a murderer!"

He looked at the woman in disbelief. "What the fuck?" Earlier, he was calm while talking to her even though he sneered at her. 'And now, he seems to want to beat her because she ran over his dog?What a woman.

He took off the shoes he was wearing, then threw them hard at him. It's a good thing he was able to get away quickly otherwise, his nose might have bled.

Valerian glared at Ms. Oquendo. "What is your problem, woman?!"

"You killed my dog—" The dog moved a little. "You hurt my dog!" she quickly rephrased. "Argh! You could have been run over too!"

Valerian just stared at Ms. Oquendo—Now, he was staring at her delicious-looking ass. She was not wearing her lab coat. Damn, so hot. My cock is throbbing. Hell, yeah.

He carried the dog in his arms, then with glistening eyes, he tortured him and got into his car. Of course, he was again given the chance to see her edible hot, and fucking sexy ass.

Yum.

Valerian picked up the woman's shoes, then threw them into the backseat of his car. He then left the car blocking the way to the basement where the heads' other cars were parked. He walked into AirJem Airlines—the company he owned.

He read the nameplate of the security guard guarding the entrance of the building. "Edison."

The guard immediately looked at him. Good.

He pointed to his car. "That's my car. If anyone complains because my car is in the way, tell me and I'll tell them all, okay?"

The guard nodded, fear evident in his eyes. "Yes, sir."

He also nodded, then walked towards the elevator. He owned the whole freaking building and the company. He had the right to do whatever the hell he wanted.

When he got to the office, Valerian picked up the invitation card and read it.

You are invited as one of the bachelors to be auctioned for Animal Welfare at exactly 7 PM.

I feel like a fucking male prostitute to be sold because of fucking animals. The world is really fucking weird.

The venue was written on the invitation card so was the dress code. The dress code is silly. Who goes to a formal party naked? Just common sense, nothing yet.

Valerian rolled his eyes and slipped the invitation card in his pocket. He was about to return to work when his cell phone rang. The song "Careless Whisper" blasted on his phone.

He rolled his eyes. What else does the Spaniard need?

"What do you need?" he asked the person on the other line.

"Hey, Val. You didn't miss me?"

Knight and his disastrous Tagalog. "Maybe you mean 'you didn't miss me?'" He rolled his eyes. "Probably not. Who are you?"

"Your best friend."

He rolled his eyes again. "Wala akong best friend."

"You want me to introduce you to that time—"

"Fine! You're my best friend. And it's 'remind' not 'introduce.'"

"Oh." Knight chuckled. "My bad. Anyway, I intend to leave the Philippines."

Valerian sighed heavily. "Knight, it's 'go home' not 'leave.'" He shook his head in annoyance. "Don't talk to me until your Tagalog is straight."

Knight just laughed. "Sorry, I'm still learning."

"Learning?" He scoffed. "Knight, you've been studying Tagalog for almost ten years. Admit it, you have no future in Tagalog. You're ambitious."

Knight just laughed at him. "Pick me up at the airport, huh? I want my name written on the big tolina."

Valerian's irritation increased. "Knight, it's not 'take,' it's 'fetch.' And that's not 'tolina' but 'kartolina.'"

"Oops! My bad, again." Knight laughed. "Anyway, pick me up, okay? And how is my house in Bachelor's Village? I want to throw a party when I get there."

"I do not care."

"Anyway, have you ever had a crush on a girl?"

"Napusupuan? Go fuck yourself, Velazquez, it's 'napusupuan.'" He gritted his teeth in so much annoyance. "Knight, stop talking to me!" He hung up and suddenly Ms. Oquendo.

What the hell is the meaning of that?