Me of Tomorrow

Axon Mayers

Loud moans with closed eyes, rapid breathing and heated bodies; a pleasure beyond words. How will you know if your partner's enjoying the moment? How will you know if it's the right movement or the right position? I never seem to know the answers to these questions but it doesn't hold me back. Night after nights, woman after woman, man after man, conquests after conquests, I never get enough of it. This feeling of being wanted, of giving what they want; I thirst and hunger for it, I crave it.

They call me a player, flirt, carnal, libidinous. I call myself adventurous. It's not like I do it just for the heck of it. I don't play with feelings. I make it a point that all's been done is considered casual. Axon Mayers is never one who involves emotions and attachments, it has always been the pleasure that I'm seeking.

No one had any problem with it. My partners are more than happy to be able to share me. I do once or twice but not more than that. It's an unwritten rule between those who seek me. It'll be hell to have one or two considering themselves special just because you've spent one night more than the others. It's simply troublesome to deal with.

"That was great, Ax. You sure you don't want a piece of me again?" Just like this one. Ivanka has been pursuing me since freshmen in university. She has this ridiculous thought that she's someone important in my life to the point that she followed me at post-grad. We had our first time together the night before graduation and our second time just now right as we started our Masters. She's not the first one to try to break the rule so she's also not the first one I'd turn down and hurt. She can cry and threaten me all she wants after but I'm never going back on my words. Besides, she should be thankful I'm not a jerk who'd taste her then just trample on her feelings once I got tired of her. At least I've got conscience. "You know how this works, Ivanka. This will be the last time. I had a great time too but not enough to make me say yes. I'll see you at school. " Yes, just like that, straightforward and calm, without turning back and listening to any of her pleas. She deserves someone who would love her, someone that is not me.

I found myself driving to my cafe just across the downtown bridge. It's my first personal investment before I've started university. It began as a coffee truck until I was able to earn enough to make it into an actual cafe. It wasn't just the only thing I was able to save for with the help of my parents, now I own a couple of other restaurants, clubs and hotels across the city excluding the ones given by them and the ones at the other country.

It's not as crowded as it is during mornings and afternoons. The few patrons are usually night owls who works at their own schedules. One of them being Brooklyn Gray, a writer whose family can rival mine and known as my second cousin. "How's the story going?" She huffs, sips her flat white delicately and shoots me with a side glance. "You should think of a better question. Why not say, 'Are you still alive, Brooklyn?' or 'Will you still be breathing by the time the sun rises, Brooklyn?'. I've underestimated you, Axon Mayers. After all we've been through together this is just what you amount to?" I shake my head, chuckling. "I'll take note of it." She nods in approval before finally closing her laptop and facing me. "So, how are you dear cousin of mine?"

Brooklyn knew when there is something on my mind. Besides being eloquent, she knows her way around feelings and emotions that is why I made it my thing to make her my personal counselor. "I had my second time with Ivanka today." She answers first with a scoff then once again takes a sip of her coffee. "Ahuh. That was quite a surprise, I should say. I thought she's going to wait until you've finally finished the Masters and moved on with your life? You know, the usual out of the book scene where you're about to be married with the love of your life then your ex shows up on one drunken night and boom, the second night spent full of regrets."

"Only, she isn't my ex."

"Right."

"And that marrying the love of my life is far off the charts."

"Ahuh." She takes another sip of her coffee then let her palms rest against her thighs as if she's finally taking on the role of a true shrink. "So, tell me Axon, how did it feel?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Feel? Whatever could you mean with that?"

She looks at me with pure judgement on her eyes. "Can you please follow? Did sleeping with Ivanka made you want to sleep with her again? Did it make you realize you actually like her and that you're up to change your whole life?"

As if. "No and no, not even a small bit of it."

"Well, then what's new? It's not as if she'll suddenly quit the Masters program just because you officially dumped her now. I'm betting you you're not actually the reason she took it in the first place. You'll see her tomorrow again and you should just act like the usual. She'll get over it."

Only, Brooke was wrong. Ivanka quit the program. Worse is that everyone knows that she only took it because I did so as her college degree. It has only been now that I found out that she altered her whole life just to follow me. Did I feel bad about it? Yes. Do I want to chase her and make things right? No. I believe that a person's choices in life although greatly influenced by outside forces are still up to his own liability. No one can blame me that I ruined her life just because she fell in love me. I didn't tell her to fall for me nor follow me. Many fall for the wrong person but it doesn't mean you have to change your whole life for him. You should be the one controlling your life not your feelings.

"Hey, heard the doll finally gave up? Had her heart finally broken?" A brown-haired man with similar build and height as me appeared to my side looking chirpy as ever.

"Marco, my man, how's everything? Yup, officially ended something that didn't even start."

He laughs his throaty laugh and slings his arm on my shoulder. "All's been amazing. What can I say? You taste so good it's addicting." I scoff at him making him smile some more.

Marco is one of my conquests who actually stayed close and became my friend. We only had one night together and after that we just hit off as friends. He was just slightly confused and lost when we did it and even with his mischievous disposition he was afraid he'd be hated for it. Thankfully, he got over it and now's been steadily going out with the same person that made him question his sexuality in the first place which I find quite ridiculous but at the same time endearing. It was hell when the kid found out he slept with me though. It was almost a lost case until Marco decided to do an overly cliche surprise, hundred roses and all.

"There's a party at Lupe's new bar downtown. All the guy's going. You up to it?"

He shakes his head and points at a distance. "See that adorable, little guy there? He might be small but if he finds out I'm going to the bar to party with sex-crazed bisexual dudes like you, he'll have my head and yours too if he feels like it."

"And you wouldn't even stop him?"

"Nope. I'd freely offer you to him as a sacrifice. Enjoy your night hot stuff. I'll be at the arms of my beloved kitten thinking of names for our future children."

There he goes love struck and all. I'm happy for him, really thankful that he found the person for him. Marco has been nothing but good to me and sometimes I'm envious of how good his relationship is, wishing that I can be like him. Maybe one day I'd find it in me to settle down and get over my fears but for now, I'm more than ready for a night of booze, music, girls and boys.