Chino seemed like hyperventilating because of his muffled shouts while moving his body in a very awkward manner. His hand is on his mouth while stomping his feet on the floor. I just rolled my eyes at his sight.

Here comes the most difficult and arrogant guy I ever know-none other than the great Maverick Fuentebella, the infamous business tycoon and a hotel magnate.
"Girl! He will make all the famous actors today quit their careers. He will give all those models and hunk actors a run for their money. I don’t really know why you are still able to reject a man like him. I mean, look at his body. And don't forget to look at the thing between his legs! Girl, it’s like you won in a lottery if you’ll able to taste that perfection.”
"Can you please stop sexualizing every man you see, Chino?"
At the back of my mind, I can't help but notice all he's pointing out about the virile man who is just meters away from us. He's gracefully walking through groups of people while wearing that certain air of confidence on his shoulders. Damn, the man got undeniable charms.
He's wearing a casual jeans and black shirts underneath the black leather jacket paired with Versace sneakers. I saw him took off his jacket and casually put on the back of the high chair leaving me a view of his muscular arms. Those strong arms would surely make a perfect heat pack during cold seasons. He's hot. Period.
When I first met Maverick during an auction, I thought he earned those muscles from going to the gym and working out just like most of the men here. I only get to know the truth when Chino told me about Maverick's way of things. Mr. Fuentebella is a daredevil. He does dangerous stuff for entertainment. He likes rock climbing, drag racing, off-road activities and the likes. I also heard he's into military trainings these days. No wonder he looks so fit and oh so yummy.
"Do you need a tissue? Girl, you’re drooling," Chino teased me.
"Nah, I'm just admiring his physique, that's all," I answered defensively.
"You are really stupid. Why did you even let that opportunity pass? You should have gripped it as tight as you can the moment it was given to you. Girl, he can take you to literal cloud nine and seventh heaven. Think about it, he’ll give you multiple orgasms plus thousands of dollars. What more can you ask for?”

"He is just like any man who offered me the same thing. In fact, Senator Velasco’s bid is higher than him. So why should I pick him over those men? Tell me Chino. What makes him different from all of them? He's just like all of them."
"Isn't that what you came here for, Femella girl? You are here to sell yourself so why are you complaining? You know what kind of industry you are entering the moment you signed the contract. You better swallow hard because there's no turning back, pretty girl," he reminded me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "You think I don't know that? Of course I know what I came here for. As I've said earlier, I’m just waiting for the right time, the perfect opportunity-the best man whom I will give my all. Come to think of it, did you notice that not once did our boss force me to be with any man here unlike other virgins? It is because I have become an attraction in this big precious club. The more I reject men, the more my value goes up as a nymph. Men continue to flock this venue to take a look at me, entice me with their money, and then try to lure me in their beds. It has become more of like a challenge; a kind of thrill these men are very willing to take head on and everyone knows that our boss is very much aware about it. She's a businesswoman for a reason, Chino and as far as I'm seeing, she's loving every second of it."
I gave a meaningful look at the bar area of the club where our boss is seated on the high stool while talking to a bouncer. She's signaling the start of the program.
"You know Femella, sometimes I think to myself that you don’t really belong in here. You're too intelligent for this industry. You are like a diamond in the rough. Why don’t you leave this place and find another source of income? I'm sure you can find a better job other than this."
"Why? What's wrong with being in the sex industry? Why would I leave when I know I'm good at this? Seducing billionaire men is quite of a job, Chino."
He went silent for a second.
"You’re right. If I may compare it, girls like you earn much more money when compared to other professionals.”
"Nah, no need for comparison. I salute all of them. We all have our own pieces of role we need to play in this system.”
My gaze went back to the table. It’s as if there is a magnetic attraction that pulls me back to the direction of Maverick. My heart skipped a beat when I caught him staring at me, too. He grinned and winked at me.
I raised my glass as a form of greeting.
"But be honest with me, pretty. You are attracted to him the first time he approached you. You were just turned-off because of the way he laid down his proposal."
"Hmmmm." I shrugged my shoulders and turned my back.
"Come Chino. Help me get dressed. The queen's about to claim her throne again."
"Right away, madam!”
There's no point of answring that. It's obvious. Yes, I'm attracted to the guy the first time but I quickly retracted it. He is not worth it. He is not just worth it.
There are far many men out there I could find someday, just not him. Not Maverick.