Character Introduction.

Nick Miller, 24, medical student.

He is a guy of average height, with brown hair and honey-colored eyes; his physique is well-developed.

Peter Sanders, 31, CEO, womanizer, cold.

Tall, with pale skin, black hair, and sky-blue eyes; his body is athletic and very attractive.

Francisco, 31, secretary, friend of Peter.

Jasmine, an architect, childhood friend of Peter. They work together.

Lorenzo, a pediatrician, Jasmine's boyfriend, friend of Peter.

Beginning...

My name is Nicholas Black, or rather Nick Miller; I am 23 years old and have just graduated as a doctor, though I am still undecided on which specialty to pursue.

My story is somewhat complicated, and everything became more so one night, but to understand, I'll start from the beginning.

The Commencement

Eleven years ago...

I'm in my first year of high school; I am 12 years old, my name is Nicholas Black, the eldest son of CEO Nicholas Black. Yes, I know what you might say; it's how my family operates: the firstborn son carries the father's name. I am the fifth generation Nicholas. My father is a very prominent CEO. My mother is Miriam Collins Black.

We were in physical education class when some acute abdominal pain knocked me down; it was so intense that I fainted.

At the hospital...

"Mr. and Mrs. Black, I must inform you about your son's condition," speaks the doctor, "tell us, doctor," "your son has a special condition," "what is it?" "He is a hermaphrodite, meaning he was born with both male and female genitalia," "how is that possible?" "It's a genetic malformation that occurs very rarely. Your son is sterile on his male side; only the female organs are capable of conception. He won't have periods; instead, he will have severe pain for which I will prescribe medication."

The doctor leaves the room. "This is your fault, and I will not tolerate a freak in my family," says my father. Leaving the hospital, I didn't understand what was happening; my mother was crying, and my father was furious.

A week goes by, and my father comes home with another woman and two boys who look about my age. He hands my mother some papers, "sign these and leave," "you can't do this; we have a son, and I'm pregnant."

Then I see my father beating my mother severely. I want to help, but some men hold me back tightly.

My mother signs the papers, "you sign here." I do as told, and we are thrown out of the house. Somehow, I manage to get my mom to a small hospital, where Doctor Joshua Miller looks after us. I tell him what happened, but my mom won't report it; she's too afraid of my father. Days go by and when mom is released, we don’t know what to do.

"Ma'am, if you won't take offense, you could stay at my house; it's small, but we can manage," "thank you, doctor."

Days turn into weeks, and mom starts sewing at home; her pregnancy is going well, and the doctor is very kind to us and cares deeply for my mom.

I enroll in a new school, but I no longer carry my father's surname, just my mother's.

That's why I also requested to change my name; mom was hesitant since my grandfather always loved me, but with Joshua's help, she agreed. Now I go by Nick Collins. I'm a handsome youth according to my mom, but I take it with a grain of salt.

Months pass, and my mother is six months pregnant; we know it will be a girl. Mom and Dr. Joshua have grown close, and we've even visited Joshua's hometown where his parents treated us with great warmth. They adore Mom and don't seem to mind that she has me and is expecting another child. We spent a lovely weekend there.

Upon our return home, everything is going smoothly until I catch a news piece on businessman Nicolas Black and his family. In a photo, I spot my father alongside that woman and their two kids—a boy named Nicolas and a girl, Nadia. They are twins, the article mentions, and they're thirteen years old.

I try not to let the news get to me, but it's tough. He looks so happy in the photo, a happiness he never shared with Mom and me. I go to bed vowing to myself that I don't need him.

Time passes, and my sister is born; her name is Camil Miller, taking Dr. Joshua's last name—Mom and he had quietly married. Joshua has offered me his name, and I've taken it; we are now family.

Camil is beautiful, and thankfully she is normal. Even though Joshua and Mom assure me there's nothing wrong with me, I struggle to believe them. Maybe one day I will accept myself.

Years go by, and I graduate with honors; I've always been very bright. I've earned a scholarship to continue my education and have no desire to be a burden on Mom and Joshua.

They have their hands full with my six-year-old sister who's quite the handful, and Joshua doesn't earn much. Mom's clothing store is doing alright, though.

Nevertheless, I've decided to search for a part-time job—I'm nineteen, and it can help me save some money. I've chosen to follow in Joshua's footsteps and study medicine.

Currently, I'm working as a waiter at a hotel; it's a temporary gig, so I'm working hard in hopes they will rehire me during vacation.

I've heard there's a major party happening, but I'm not sure who it's for—attending is out of bounds for me.

A while ago, I received a room service call, so I'm off, pushing the cart with the order.

Upon reaching the room, I knock and wait for entry. Once inside, I head to leave, but he grips my shoulders.

His piercing blue eyes mesmerize me; he's incredibly handsome and, for some reason, I'm spellbound. His kiss, which gradually intensifies, catches me off guard, and his whispers of apology somehow ignite something wild within me. His caresses and touch cloud my mind; I stop thinking and respond passionately. He kisses me fiercely and continues down my neck and body. With each touch, I want more. I reciprocate, caressing back, feeling an indescribable pleasure. The pain when he enters me is sharp, but I soon adjust, moving rhythmically with him. The night is filled with unbridled passion and desire, a realization that while I've never been attracted to women, nor men until now, with him I feel so comfortable and aroused.

The next morning, waking up beside this stranger snaps me back to reality. Without rousing him, I quietly depart from the room. The manager is enraged, as I had seemingly vanished without a trace the entire night.

Back at home, I take a shower and collapse into bed, utterly exhausted.

At the hotel...

I am Peter Sanders, the top CEO at age 27, running my parents' businesses. Women chase me for my money and looks. I just use them without care; they get what they want, and so do I.

Today, there's a celebration at the Xxx hotel for a business partner's twin children's 20th birthday. My father insists I attend. The boy is named Nicolas, after his father, and the girl, Nadia, tries to woo me, though she's not my type. While enjoying a drink, I start feeling ill. Nadia escorts me to a room. When she's distracted, I slip out and into another room. I call room service for something refreshing. Opening the door, an intoxicating scent hits me. I kiss the person and lose all control, only remembering the captivating honey-colored eyes.

I'm driven wild by the caresses and kisses. The next morning, I wake alone, get dressed, and call Francisco, my assistant and best friend, to view the hotel's security footage with me. As the owner, no one denies me.

I'm determined to find the woman who gave me the night of my life. When we reach the right footage, I have the staff leave, leaving just Francisco and me. To my shock, a young man enters the room, leaving in the early hours, adjusting his clothes.

"Friend, it's a man?" I exclaim, amazed a notorious womanizer like myself experienced the best night with a man. "At least it wasn't Nadia," I add, vengeful that the sly woman drugged me. "Find the young man and pay him off," I order.

"But you can't touch her; remember her father's friendship with yours," Francisco reminds.

"That I know, and it infuriates me more."

Meanwhile...

"Son, you came home late," my mother remarks. "Work kept me busy," I reply, knowing rest is needed with university starting tomorrow. "Where's the prettiest sister?" I inquire, promising to take her to school.

I take my little sister to school, earning admiring glances from mothers, which I ignore.

The first day of university arrives and I'm anxious, passionate about my chosen field, thanks to Joshua.

Days pass with my studies going well, high grades, and friendly relations. Those blue eyes from that night linger in my memory.

"Francisco, any leads?" I ask. "No luck. He was a temp, and their details aren't kept unless they excel. The guy vanished that night," he reports. Laughing, I try to brush it off when Florencia seeks me. She enters, kissing me while sitting on my lap, yet her touch leaves me unmoved. "Flor, I'm not in the mood today, leave."

What spell did you cast on me, little devil? I better focus on work.

A month passes, and I'm feeling sick, repulsed by women's perfume to the point of vomiting.

"Marcos, have you seen Peter? He's been off for a month," someone mentions. "It must be the workload," comes the reply.