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"A yacht," Ria Ching asked, zipping back her dress I almost ripped off earlier.
"Yup. I saw some of 'em while we were on the CCLEX bridge earlier," I answered while buttoning my shirt on.
I am used to girls being this liberated since most of the girls in my country are used to hookups too. So I approached her earlier, made some casual talks until we suddenly kissed hungrily and booked a room for ourselves just for a good fuck.
"I'll try to find some good spots so you could put your yacht there. Make sure I'll get a percent out of it once I've found some clients..." she negotiated.
I smirked and leaned closer, brushed my lips on hers while she slightly caressed her fingers through my soft hair, and kissed me back.
"Deal," I uttered, slipped my tongue in, and pulled her to my lap again.
She told me she's used to one-night stands since her family is quite strict, which is why relationships are her least concern. Mahilig daw sa fixed marriage. If you do not follow the tradition, you'll become a disgrace in the family, and worse, tatanggalan ka pa raw ng mana.
I am also used to one-night stands since, after the cheating and sudden betrayal I got from the girls in the US, I would rather stick to non-relationship status—less headaches and no dramas. Besides, I am more focused on building my business now than having another heartache.
I couldn't forget the experience I had in Cebu. Dad seemed content with his business talk with the Ching. Doon ko na rin napagpasyahang ilagay ang yate ko para medyo malayo sa Manila. And in the first week, Ria Ching was just so good at finding clients that she immediately reserved four groups to rent the yacht.
She was the one who also told me how to rate it. Twenty thousand good for two hours, and it's enough to accommodate a family. She said it was the standard prize since my yacht is kinda big. Kung marami, one thousand six hundred per head.
And in just a week, I already earned a hundred thousand. Binabayaran ko si Ria kaya sa kanya ang twenty thousand total siya ang naghirap maghanap ng clients. Gio Ong always told me that Chinese are wise when it comes to handling money, and I can see it very well.
Gusto kong ipunin ang kita ko sa yate so I could buy another one since it's a pretty good business to earn money. Kahit may small business, I still practice what Gio Ong told me. Maging kuripot.
"Grabe, ang kuripot ng parents mo. Five hundred a day? Anong kinakain mo niyan, tubig?" reklamo ni Ron when I told him I only have five hundred allowance a day.
Truth is, my parents already increased it. Two thousand a day since I'm already a student. Kaso nasanay na yata ako roon sa parusa ni Mom kaya tinatabi ko ang one thousand five hundred. I can also eat rice now, but only once a week.
"Kaya akin na ang bayad mo," sabi ko na ikinahalakhak niya.
"Bayad ang sinabi ko," I corrected since the last time I mentioned it, it probably flashed on his mind.
The thing about Ron is that he is also gullible and fun to be with. This jerk even made fun of me. Sinisingil ko siya no'n sa bayad niya sa unit and I mispronounced it, which turns out...
"Ang bayag mo," I confidently said it while showing my palm. It was the last week of the month, and he knew that I usually get his payment, and the fucker started laughing.
"Bakit? Anong gagawin mo sa bayag ko?" he answered while chuckling.
"Akin na." I even took the soft pillow on the sofa and smashed it on his face.
