Baby love me

inside Casanova's head as he was forced to peel open his eyes when the sunlight l

" He groaned while massaging

ask her politely," a female voic

startled at seeing an unknown woman beside him

irgin, but my name is Mary." Then she winked at him again

a pair of horns atop her head. Someone please

too tall, and too bulky. Definitely not his style. What was he thinking go

e woman sittin

aw her, that pixie who'd brought him the roses just a week back. It was tha

shirt too. At that moment, his hands wanted so much to wring her neck, but she was just too much his type to t

mad with her last night, he had literally grabbed the first woman that made him an offer. An

ry asked, her arms and legs draped over his body li

naled for the girl to stop speaking for a bit, then removing those long tentacles of hers from h

et out another groan. It

o

AI

calling him nonstop since

al institution. Again, Tom was reminding him about the upcoming merger meeting betw

n't actually have a part in the decisions of the company. All he ever did wa

assumed he was a woman. He'd tried escaping a few times just so he could get some peace and quiet (although his definition of peace and

on his dirty clothes from last night, and made his wa

d her shriek as he p

ed with him, he would never have to face them again anyway. That was the beauty

ot a chance at any girl he chose. It was like a variety of women presented to him on a silver tray. Chuckling at the th

rotected by guards all around, he swiveled the car to a brief stop to say hello to Chase, their security g

ds of hectares. There were vineyards and orchards all aroun

ather Clinton Cruise, they owned department stores, farmlands, and various real estate, but his fa

why did his father choose to live in Australia, a country that was even smaller than t

e most of the time he was cooped up in his private apartment in Central New York, Casanova ste

og's ear as he rolled around on the g

ova's feet, wagging his tail, his tongue

voice sounded fro

saw his father heading his way. "Hey, Da

ise said by way of greeting his only son. "Why did

Not only that, but he had partied each night away and spent all the money meant for the expenditure of the

make mistakes. I'm sur

umed with madness and he pulled at his

hundred grand," he sai

o he assumed they would lose the deal anyway. Instead of coming home immediately, he stayed in the States a few days extra for som

," Clinton

" Casanova asked. He didn't like to disappoint his father; the o

to the meeting toda

"You know how boring it is. The la

ing over this empire pretty soon. I'm not going to

while, but the boy just needed some responsibility to toughen him up and straighten his path. This time he was sure to make his

om the sun, where there were a few outdoor seats. "Here, sit down." He gestured for his father to take one o

ed at his son, a sparkle of lo

n." Casanova smiled, happy his

ust want to see you and Tom get marr

t for me, well, let's just wait and see how

for your old man?" Clint

tly, he wanted a grandchild. He was way over sixty. His first wife, Andrea, concei

wife had passed away, due to cancer,

e age. But Clinton was the type of man to look towards the future. He would not let his past gloom affect his judgment for th

leep with me, then marry her. It doesn't work that way wit

estion once you've done with the sleeping bit." Cli

ove the girl. When my time comes, I'm

linton took in his son's suggestion, smiling at the thought. "Yes, th

t. I practice safe sex, so don't

y, then? I'm not getting any younger. I want to see m

to his father, having had enough of the massaging now, since his tactic of sweet action

happy." Clinton moaned like a ch

ort. "I'll call Betty to make you your favorite chocolate cookies. Okay?" He turned to

d remarried when Casanova turned sixteen. No woman was like Betty. She was amazing. In fact, she was the only woman

t the back of the house, dressed in an apron, a rolling pin in her hand. Her

have flour all over your face,"

or Clinton," she said, wav

a

odding his head. Betty ca

bathe in alcohol? You stin

a towards the

man suddenly thought it would be fun to spray

va, for always changing your wom

oman, Betty," C

ntil she becomes your woman. Am I ri

he ever call him her son, always referring to him as Master. Maybe she was scared he might be like one of those kids who would resent her for marrying his father. Well,

ur odor is not so coming here," Betty said, pushing Casanova even f

" Casanova laughed, then made his way to his

ist in a loving way, leading his old man to the main lounge. He shook his head, then

showerhead. Good food, good life, and not a worry in the world. He had enough money to last him a lifetime, without ha

ie-gelling back his blond hair, he surveyed himself in the tall clos

on at the sheer sight of him. He was completely sure even old Mrs. Crood, the moody cafeteria lady, would

of their own accord. Everyone was speaking in jargon that he hadn't a clue as to its meaning. And then to top it all off, the tone of the speaker

break. "How could you do that? Uncle asked you specifically to attend this meeting so

not realizing it was piping hot until he took in a good gulp and ended up scalding

om said, giving him some tissue

nova picked up the cup again and glared at his

s karma, Casanova, karma." "Karma my ass. What am

hire a better

lectured his cousin. "Boring or not, you're here to listen to wha

"I'm only his nephew, not his direct offspring. Plus, I'm not fit for this." Tom

es in Z Magazine

ncle's respect while his little cousin grew up. Now the time was right for Casanova to step forth and take the role of CEO, but looking at his cousin's behavior now, lying

I'm worse off," Casanova confess

advice. "Stop partying and start taking things seriously

nova laughed casually. "I won't have to wo

his cousin. "Yeah, I do. And that is to have as much fun as pos

have a good eight years to go be

working way b

new age. I don't need to slave and work for

e for you, you know. You have to

axing further against his chair, "this Casanova here will only have o

into your head, is ther

d, his eyes drifting closed, fully relaxed now

mployees around and no office girl peeking at him like he was some sort of Greek go

to pour in. Whenever he had to frequent the company, he would

nd where were you last night? I called

mind," Casanova murmured in reply. "Cas

do anything. Just

, extracting a card from his coat pocket and

es and gesturing to the card. "Uncle arranged

sitting up straighter, his

o

t Uncle wants y

me. I'm not ready for that shit yet."

y didn't he say anything?" "Again, don'

were the most obvious answer. Tom just shook his head

fall his playboy of a cousin so he could le