Starts With Goodbye (18+ MATURE)

Chapter 1: "To Hell with the Freakin' Sexy Step-Mom."

Chapter 1: To Hell with the Freakin' Sexy Step-Mom.

Reid's POV

"Hey man!” I heard Benjamin's voice behind my back. I stopped punching and took off the gloves in my hand to turn at him. "What's up man?” I answered as we fist-bumped. "Nothing man. I just heard that Tito Romulo got a hot chick with him! You have a step-mom, man!" He grinned which earned a scowl from me. "What? Dad will never do that to mom. They're still together. Hell." Benjamin just shrugged at me. "And where the hell did you dig that piece of shit?" My voice rising from irritation. "From my reliable source. And I've confirmed it with my own two eyes. She's sexy, man. And she's just about our age or we're just two years her junior." He said dreamily. I went to the treadmill and he did the same. "How sure are you of that?" I asked as I run through the treadmill. "A hundred and one percent sure, man. What's there to doubt? Your dad seems so smitten with the whore." He said while grinning. I just shook my head at him. Dad can never cheat on mom, I'm sure of that. Hell, she's still alive and still lives under one roof. He patted my back and I was startled. "Don't worry Reid; I'll help you with that gold-diggin' whore. After all, money's just what she's after. So that will just be an easy target. I'm just one text away." He offered then smiled. I just nodded at him. And with that he's gone in an instant. I was left running on the treadmill while staring blankly into space. 'No. Dad will never do such thing. I have to find out the truth and if there's really a woman involved--sexy or not, I'll make sure she'll have a piece of my wrath.’

My mental battle was cut off by a melodic voice beside me, more like a treadmill away from my right. I turned my head and saw the woman singing along with whatever music was playing on her iPod. Calling her gorgeous is an understatement. Her hair is in a high ponytail, wearing an aquamarine print sports bra with matching shorts that reach her mid thigh. She's all-sweat but never bothered to wipe them away. She kept humming, never cared about her surroundings full of testosterones ogling at her sexy body. All lustful stares are on her and she's so oblivious to it.

"Take a picture, it would last." She smiled sweetly then plugged her earphones out and holds them in her left hand. I was caught off guard by her statement. Shit. She caught me staring rather checking her out. I smiled to hide the embarrassment I'm feeling. Never in my life I've felt this embarrass being caught checking out a girl. But this one girl who just stopped her treadmill got me questioning my discreetness when it comes to such things. As my mind reel in of what just happened, a hand went to stop my treadmill. "It's not good going on a treadmill while you're so lost in thought. You might hurt yourself in the process." I saw concern in her eyes but it was quickly replaced by a normal stare again. As stupid as I get, I smiled at her and took her hand, kissed it as I introduced myself. "Thank you sweetheart, I'm Reid. And you are?" My heart constricts in pain when she pulled her hand away from me as if she was burned or something. "It's Hannah. I have to.." Before she could tell me that she has to leave, I did the usual thing a Reid Montreal, eligible bachelor and one of the richest bachelors in Asia--use his charms to get her. "How about some drinks after your workout?" I asked confidently. It's Friday and it's close to seven, the clubs will just be the right place to hit off. She shrugged her shoulders and turned my invitation down. No one, no woman has ever turned me down. "Sorry, but I don't go to clubs. It's not my thing." An apologetic smile plastered on her face. Maybe a little more flirtation and touch she'll give in. 'Come on Reid, put your best cards on this one.' My mind nudged me. "I don't bite, Han. A few drinks and a conversation will do." She snickered and looked me in the eye. A determined Hannah was staring right at me. She smiled sweetly and leaned closer. Yes! It work-- "Sorry, it's still a no. It's not really my thing." She dropped the bomb and I was damaged and beyond repair. My heart constricts in pain and my ego's inflated.