The Price Of Sincerity
He's mine
A small cafe at the end of a street not far from a hotel near the beach, Costa Nera. Not twenty-four hours had passed after Max had left Ethalus and he was now in Santa Guilia, France. A sandy beach located in northern France, Page De Santa-Guilia Folacca Beach near Sotta.
A deadly blink of her beautiful eyes is powerful to melt the waiter who makes a special glass of cold drink for her quickly, plus a piece of ribbon coiled in her suction. While Dye could only nod in understanding with it, because she was used to seeing it.
“So you made me miss my beautiful night just to see you flirting with a waitress? Don't tell me you're here to continue your search last night.”
“Yes, maybe your last sentence is correct. No one knows me here, so I can get someone who won't be interested in my money.”
Max sucks half the water in the glass in one puff. His eyes glanced at everyone inside the Cafe, even occasionally he noticed the people passing by in the streets. Whether it's looking for prey or just simply observing.
“Whoa, this young master wants to date without his money? Did I not misinterpret?” Dye raised her eyebrows in disbelief at what she was thinking, unsure of what she said just now. The sour taste that touched his tongue before the drink got into the esophagus made him sizzle deliciously, “Ashh, I don't understand what you're thinking. Which woman would be interested without your money.”
“You've been playing with those bar ladies too much, stop squandering your money on them. Trust me you won't know if you don't try something new. Maybe you'll find someone here.” Max again sucked his drink little by little until it ran out.
“What is this Max I know? It's like I'm talking to a priest right now, where you learn to be so smart. Scare it, then will you pick a random woman you meet here?”
“I'm not that desperate. Just look later.” Max got up from his chair. He walked over to the counter and chatted with the waiter who moments ago made him a drink and a banded straw. They looked suspicious, before the two of them came out of the Cafe through the side door, Dye who had guessed what was going to happen could only be dumbfounded and shake her head. “I rate you too high, Max. Your playboy soul is ingrained.”
It might have been dozens of women who felt thin lips teasing the man. His handsome face and money were enough to keep a woman from twitching in front of him. Being a playboy since school makes the name stick like glue that can not be removed just like that. Twenty-eight years he lived, yet only one woman managed to make him feel in love for the first time. The only woman capable of breaking her heart.
But once that brief love affair is over, it makes it more brutal than ever. He could have kissed any woman who came to him. He would not deny the presence of a woman if it could satisfy his sexual desire. It can make him feel the sensation of pleasure even if only for a moment. And though it did not reach the stage of the world belonging to the two on the bed. He will only sleep with a certain woman who according to his little heart will give him a beautiful night, his playboy— instincts.
“Alright, let's see which woman will sleep in your bed tonight.”
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“You think my juniors will be satisfied with just any woman?” Max received the drink with his body still lying so casually. With dark glasses perched on his nose and a thin and well-equipped beach shirt******** are tight. “But I seem to have found it. So—Aaahh.”
Dye glanced at Max's focused face looking at something. He followed the direction of the gaze and stalled on the smooth-skinned white woman in a pink bikini and**********ribbon which was also pink. A woman posing for a photo. “You sure? It seems she is no ordinary woman. Are you sure he won't recognize you?”
“To beware.” Max took off the sunglasses he had worn earlier to protect his eyes from the dazzling beach scene, he showed his eyes to Dye before putting them back on.
“You wear softlens? Looks like you're ready. But I can still recognize you from afar, what with the contact lens will it work?”
“I don't care anymore if it's him. He knows me or not for sure he'll sleep with me tonight. How much is it.”
Max and Dye are still half lying sunning themselves by the beach. The two were still observing the tall, slim and almost naked woman from earlier. Simultaneously the two hissed out favorably during the riding pose that the woman did so seductively. So arousing. Max swallowed his saliva deeply and gulped down the drink he had in his hand in one gulp. “She's mine.”
Jane fixed the location of the thin robe hanging on her shoulder. He sat sweetly in a chair that was not exposed to direct sunlight because of the umbrella that shaded him, he replied to the words of the people who left from there one by one with a smile that was so warm. A smile that drains his strength.
She modeled in one of the advertising magazines that promoted the atmosphere of the beach and the set of beach clothes. Posing half-naked with only a bra and *********** is common to him, as long as it is still at his fair limit.
But this time he felt uneasy as almost all of the eyes of the striped-nosed man around the place he was sitting were fixed on him. Staring at him from behind the thin transparent robe he was wearing. He just wanted to enjoy the beach breeze and the eye-indulgent scenery quietly for a moment while waiting for his manager to come. But his feelings become uneasy as a man walks towards him. He was about to leave, but it was too late. The man was already standing in front of him.
U know I know.--.
Jane's phone rang, just as the man wanted to say something. And it turns out that unexpectedly, the foreign man did not continue his intention but instead told Jane to answer the phone. Looks like God helped her from the bespectacled man who looked suspicious—. He stood up and answered the incoming phone call, keeping the man at a distance.
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