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.
When John finally arrived at the event, he reminded himself of the age-old saying: Better late than never. The sight of couples swirling on the dance floor was both exhilarating and daunting. In the corner, he spotted a girl standing alone—his guess was that she might be the one he'd booked. Bracing himself, he approached her, greeted by a radiant smile that took him by surprise.
"Let's dance!" he suggested, and she agreed, revealing she was named Praxedis. Unfortunately, John struggled to pronounce her name—a challenge that made him chuckle inwardly. As they moved to the rhythm, the pair shared an instant connection. Praxedis showcased her incredible moves, bringing the dance floor alive. With each sway and spin, they drew the attention of onlookers who couldn't help but admire their chemistry and unique styles.
John immersed himself in the moment, his passion for partying undeniable. Each weekend was a new adventure, and he knew he had to keep impressing this charming dancer to ensure there would be a future together. The energy of the evening surrounded them, and for a little while, nothing else mattered—except the magic they were creating on that dance floor.