He'll Never Let Me Go

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Trotseer

I was drunk. It was actually a good thing that I arrived successfully- without stumbling- at my condo unit.  

I believe it is actually midnight- or at least what I think is dawn-  and I am still leaning against the wall, thinking about Karoline. I never intended to scream and get mad at her. Heck, I did not even plan to be 'that' possessive and manipulative at her. The feeling was foreign. As cliché as it may sound, a foreign pulse just waved against me when I saw, from the corner of my eyes, that Karoline was leaving. But at the same time, it seems like the back of my head wants me to remember something- something important. But, I- the dumb guy I am, chose to discard it and drink the night away.

Oh, and that thing that I forgot was the freaking date I was losing my Y chromosomes the whole time in.

I know, an extremely dumb move.

But consider my reason.

 It just so happened that I really had a bad day.

Darn it. If it wasn't for the damned event paparazzi and psychotic blondes went to.

Looks like I have another thing to fix. 

~

I was having a fancy dinner with our company's business partners in a 5-star Italian restaurant really close to the company building. I'm not really the one that was supposed to attend this dinner- my brother should, with the company's business partners- which I think wants to just ruin us.

I was just patiently waiting for the food to come since the conversation we're having is utterly boring when a blonde approach me. She clanged her arms around me, gave me those not-so-good winks- which annoyed me. But, I can't show it, because my brother would kill me and this deal may be our door to a huge success. 

The girl I was with was one of our business partner's wife but she was really clingy. Her clingy-ness did not work or have an effect to me because- as cliché as it sounds- Karoline was on my mind until, people slowly faded away and everyone left and we are both alone.I tried my best to ignore her but she was just too annoying, but I can't shout at her.

"This is a professional event, Miss. Let's keep it professional. Plus, you're the wife of Sir Rodriguez. You should be standing by him, not by me. Because, I have someone on my mind right now." I told her as I tried wriggling her arms off mine.

"And that someone is me. Isn't that correct? I married the old man because of money. And if you try having an affair with me, I could give you more than millions and I could divorce him and give you a whole new satisfaction. Verbally, emotionally, mentally, or physica-" I cut her off.

Can I say the word?

She a total bitch.

"And I am getting the satisfaction I need from the 'someone' I was with thank you and have a peaceful night." I tried standing up from my seat when she held her grip in my arm and leaned her plastic face close to mine.

Then suddenly, I heard a camera's sound it makes when it flashes. No, no, no. This can't be happening. This is bullshit. Bullshit.

I looked around but no one was there so I didn't bother to look at all, but after mere seconds, the clingy girl was gone so, I took my leave and just came home until Boscht, my brother's secretary called me about the photo where the clingy girl was with me which was sent to them. I went to the company as fast as I could and that's where things started to get complicated.

"Good evening, sir The tabloids are attacking again." He said.

"I know, get the information technology- IT experts of the company, add a thousand dollar to each of their salary for this month- it's on my tab- and get them to hack those tabloids and gossips out. Now." I ordered.