John's luck had always been on his side. At just eighteen years old, he found himself standing at the helm of fortune, crowned as the youngest billionaire in the state. Born into a royal lineage, he had the family's legacy to propel him into a world of opulence and opportunity.
As the sole heir, John inherited a vast empire that spanned luxurious estates, five-star hotels, gourmet restaurants, and a diverse portfolio of investments, including stocks and long-term bonds. His late father, a savvy political broker, had skillfully woven together his wealth—now it was John's turn to uphold the family's legacy. With his father's passing, John stepped into the role of the family's protector and benefactor.
Before his death, John's father had nudged him into the military realm, a bold choice that had surprisingly suited him. Now, despite his youth, John was rapidly rising through the ranks, earning promotions and respect in a profession that molded his character.
Romance also blossomed in John's life, where he was known for being a charming and attentive lover. Every girl who had crossed his path felt cherished, and he ensured that his romantic encounters were filled with kindness and fairness. But amidst the flurry of admirers, one stood out—Sasha.
Sasha was the jewel in John's heart, his "main chick." With her breathtaking beauty—iconic braided hair, elegant long nails, a mesmerizingly radiant complexion, and a soft-spoken nature—she had an allure that captivated everyone around her. Compliments greeted her like old friends, and she gracefully accepted them in her everyday interactions.
A first-year medical student at a renowned college, Sasha was immersed in her studies, yet she carried a certain nonchalance about daily chores, much to John's bemusement. Household tasks were not in her repertoire of interests, and she often playfully nudged John to hire help, turning to him with a sweet smile that made it hard for him to refuse.
Living in a cozy one-bedroom apartment, all expenses were generously covered by John, showcasing his devotion to her.
On a particularly grueling day, John returned home, wearied from the demands of his responsibilities. His mind raced with thoughts of the vibrant evening party waiting for him. He felt the weight of his day lift as he determined to drop off his bag and dive straight into the night's festivities. Little did he know, the evening would unfold in ways he never anticipated.
John and his friends had eagerly planned a weekend party, fully expecting to kick back and enjoy a night of fun. However, when he stepped into his room, he was met with a surprise: Sasha, his girlfriend, was lounging on the couch, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She sprang up, her arms open wide for a warm embrace, and John felt the familiar rush of affection.
But beneath that warmth lay a heavy heart. John was burdened by the knowledge that his plans to join the party were slipping away. How could he leave Sasha alone, while the revelry was just a call away? With so many ladies already booked for the event, bringing Sasha along felt like diving from the frying pan into the fire. A whirlwind of questions spun through his mind as he searched for a solution.
As he looked around, a wave of frustration crashed over him. Dirty dishes littered the guest room, and a towering heap of clothes awaited attention. It was all too much. In a moment of exasperation, he exclaimed, "What kind of girlfriend are you? You can't even tidy up my room!" His words hung in the air, sharp and startling. Sasha's expression shifted from joy to fear, taken aback by his sudden outburst. It ignited a tense argument, one she was determined to win. "I'm too beautiful for house chores! I'm just your girlfriend, not your wife!" she countered, her confidence rising.
Feeling cornered, John—a good-hearted guy—stood up, a misguided attempt to assert his masculinity resulting in a gentle slap, meant more as a warning than an act of aggression. But Sasha was undeterred; she instantly felt betrayed and burst into tears, wailing loud enough to draw the neighbors' attention. John, recognizing the need to maintain his image, quickly shifted from frustration to calm, almost theatrically soothing her as he fought to save face.
Despite her theatrics, Sasha eventually simmered down but still pretended to be upset, retreating into another room and locking the door behind her. John, sensing a window of opportunity, took a deep breath and decided to head out to meet his friends. Glancing at his phone, he noticed ten missed calls from Kevo. They'd been close since childhood, and John only hoped that the girl he had booked was still available. The party required every attendee to come in pairs.
As John dashed toward the party, an exhilarating rush of joy filled his heart. The anticipation of reuniting with his friends spurred him on, each step quickening with excitement.
He hopped onto a motorcycle, the engine roaring to life beneath him as it shot down the street at breakneck speed. Eager to soak up every moment of the night, John urged the rider to go faster; he had a plan in mind. Arriving early not only meant getting a prime spot at the event but also the chance to choose from an array of dazzling ladies, a prospect that thrilled him to the core. After all, he believed wholeheartedly that "the early bird catches the worm."
However, fate had a different plan. They zoomed up to the venue, but a pesky payment issue sprang up, stalling their progress. John felt the tension rise as he attempted to finalize the transaction again and again, each try frustratingly unsuccessful.
Realizing he needed backup, he scanned the crowd for his friend Kevo, who was usually reliable in these situations. At last, his eyes found him, and he sprinted over, breathless as he requested a quick loan of cash.
With the cash in hand, John hurried back, settled his debt with the cyclist, and was ready at last to dive into the vibrant atmosphere of the party, excitement bubbling within him for the unforgettable night ahead.