Zaver Balley is known as one of the womanizer in town. He doesn't remember all the girls he had sex with in just one night—he doesn't want any commitment in any girls—so why bothered remembering their names.

He is the CEO of the Balley Inc. One of his hobbies—except for hunting girls—is being a bartender in one of his friends. He loves mixing drinks, and he knows girls attracted to a guy who looks cool in their eyes. That's why he always likes to look cool.

“D*MN, Zaver, you are so good,” the woman's **** who is now having s*x with Zaver.

Zaver doesn't remember her name, so he call her babe. He always call them babe so that it is not obvious that he has forgotten her name.

"I know right," Zaver grunted because of the pleasure. "**** my name, babe," he whispered in her ear when he felt that he was about to ***.

"Yes, Zaver. C*m inside me. Ahhh... F*ck me harder and deeper. Oh…” the woman said with a flirty tone.

He laughed softly in his head. She wanted him to c*m inside her? That will make her impregnate, and he doesn't want that to happen. He doesn't want any commitment in other girls. He just wanted to have fun. By the way, how can he *** inside her if he was wearing a condom? Silly, woman. He just shook his head.

He sped up his movement on top of her when he felt that he was really close to taste the heavenly. He moaned as he finally came out—into the condom. He lay down next to her panting, catching his breath. That was a damn good and tiring sex. The woman hugged him, but he didn't hug her back. He doesn't want her to think something just because he hugs her back.

The next morning, he got up early. He saw the woman still sleeping peacefully. This girl makes his night hot, and wild. Among the women he had slept with, this is one of the best. She was good at riding on top of him, and make a man happy, but that's all he admires and it won't happen again. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a simple one night stand for him.

He always leaves early like this. He doesn't want the girl to see him when she wakes up because she might assume more. It's hard. But he always leaves a note of them so that somehow they don't get hurt.

'Last night was great. Thank you for the wild night.'

"Good morning, Mr. Balley,” employees greeted him as he entered the office.

He always separates his personal stuff and his work. He may be mischievous outside, especially when he's at the club, but he's serious when it comes to work. In his twenties, his father taught him how to run their company. He really wanted to be a chef, mixing drinks was his past time but he couldn't make his dream come true because he was the only heir to their company.

He is the only child in their family. The only heir. So even though he had a different dream, he didn't do anything because there was no one else to run the company that his parents worked hard for.

In just a few years, he will be a twenty-seven year old young man. Of course, he is still a young man because for him he is still young, handsome, and strong. The woman that he dated—except for the girls that he met at the club—were introduced and dated by his parents, especially his mom. His mother was introducing him to a lot of woman, but he really likes them. Not because they aren't beautiful, but because he is not in a marriage life.

They want him to get married because they want to have grandchildren. Because his parents love children, he didn't even have siblings. Even though his parents wanted another child, but they can't because her mommy had a hard time getting pregnant.

He's just a miracle baby, isn't that a miracle? Maybe that's why their baby him too much because he's a miracle baby to his parents.

"HOW'S work, son?" Martini asked. Zaver's father.

"Good, as usual. Still the same," he answered while eating. The three of them are at the dining table now and eating together.

"Son," his mother, Nova, called him. He looked up at her. "I've arranged for you a blind date."

Again, he thought. He sighed. "Aren't you tired yet, Mom? How many blind dates have I had? It’s still doesn’t work.”

"It doesn't work because you don't want to." His mother glared at him. "Did you think I wouldn't know? Addy told me that you both are having a good night together, but you never contacted her again after that.”

He sighed again. Here we go again.

"When will you change, Zaver? When will you settle with someone and build your own family? Don’t you want to have kids of your own?”

“You already know, Mom, that I don't have plans to be settled with someone. Marriage is not my thing, okay?”

"You can't do that!" said his mother angrily. "You can't just cut the bloodline of our family." Her facial expression suddenly softened. "You know that we want to have grandchildren. We are not young anymore, Zaver.”

He stood up and approached his mother and kissed her on the forehead. "I have to go, Mom."

"You're avoiding the topic again."

"I'm not avoiding it, Mom. I really have to go now. Ice and I had a scheduled today that we will meet. It's the weekend, remember?"

Every weekend they meet up with their friends to have fun and to get rid of the stress and pressure their parents put on them about getting married. The five of them do not want to get married. Like what he said, marriage is not their things.

“Speaking of Ice,” he looked at his father. "Why aren't you and Ice just being a married couple?"

His mother's face suddenly lit up causing him to roll his eyes. "That's right." She applauded. "Why don't you and Ice just get married? Total, since childhood you have known each other. You won't have any trouble adjusting when you both get married."

He just fell on his own forehead. “Don't assume too much, Mom. Knowing Ice, she won't agree and it's not also in her plan to get married."

He finally left before their conversation could go anywhere. He laughed inside. Because of their desire him to be a married man, Ice was also assigned to him. Also, he only thinks of Ice as a sister.

The five of them have known each other since childhood and they are friends. Him, Ice, Aiden, Wyatt, and Dylan. Their parents are business partners. When they went to high school, they tried to court Ice, but the worst part was that neither of them was succeeding in Ice.

When he got to where they hang out as friends, he saw Dylan, Wyatt and Aiden. Dylan and Wyatt argue about where to club later.

Ice arrived just a few minutes later.

She looks like there is a problem because of her facial expression. Aiden asks her what the problem is. She said that a band under her grandfather's entertainment company will temporarily live in her house. It her grandfather's request so she couldn't say no.

They decided as friends to go to the FoxShit club. They drank and talked about things and about what happened to them all day. Of course he told me that he met some chicks last night, but that was it.

He knows just what he should say to them. It's not possible for him to tell everything that happened to both of them, but of course that's up to him. Ice is used to their behavior and being a womanizer.

Once they had a group study at Wyatt's house. They decided to watch in the theater room of Wyatt's house to relax and because Wyatt is a total badass, he told them that this movie that they gonna watch was diffidently fantastic. He tells them that they are going to watch a good movie, but it turns out that it was a porn.

The three of them throw things at Wyatt while Ice just shook her head and then left them and leave the house. Because of what Wyatt did, their abdomen hurt.

They can't do anything other than go to the bathroom first to take out what needed to be taken out so there would be no pain in their abdomen.

"Are you really going home, Ice?" Zaver emoting to his friend, Ice. Her real name was Ice Miho Finn. The only girl in their group. Their only princess. “Are you really going to leave me?” He was stunned when she hit his head. "What was that for, Ice? That hurts." He just snorted.

"You are so over reacting, Balley. When you say I leave you, I ask you, is there an us?” It was a rude question.

"Do you know that it hurts when you talk like that?" he said with a sneer. "Besides. it's still too early, so why you're leaving right away?" It's only nine o'clock and on weekends like this, sometimes they go home early in the morning. Tomorrow is Sunday and they don't have work.

"I have to. You know my situation right now.” She looked at the wristwatch. "You know I can't say no to Chief. He'll just make me look like I can't give him a grandchild and I don't want the same conversation again."

"You know what? All of our parents think that's their only problem. They all wanted a grandchild. What are they thinking? That we can give them the grandchild right away? If I could only buy that at the mall, I might have bought a dozen for them. Why can't they just understand that we want to enjoy our life as a single?"

Ice patted his shoulder. "I know, but there's nothing we can do either." She took the glass with whiskey and took a sip. "I really have to go now. See you soon, Balley. Enjoy your night."

He just pointed his lips when Ice actually left him. She was made the JFY (Just For You) band's temporary manager because their manager went on vacation so Ice couldn't be with them for a long time. It was a sad reality.

His other three friends already left him. Wyatt and Dylan were with the girls they pick up at the club while Aiden, for sure, went home. Aiden doesn't like to hook up with girls.

He were also labeled a womanizer because of the three of them. As for him, he drinks alone. Because he hasn't found a dessert for tonight.

He looked around while holding the glass of wine. He is looking for a woman to make his cold night happy. He drank wine as he didn't like what he saw.

There are many beautiful girls in the club, but none of them can make his friend burn. Just like when he sees a woman, his body will immediately heat up.. 

He looked at the woman sitting next to him. He suddenly felt what he was looking for when he saw her beautiful face.

Damn! He can only see her face, but he is already heating up. How could it be… he looked at her body. She's not like the other girls who are here in the club, wearing a dress that too short that he can see their souls.

She was just wearing a plain pants and a plain black t-shirt. Her hair is in a messy bun. From what he can see on her face, she's not wearing any make up. Just her usual self.

Her form is simple, but he is attracted to the girl. In his simple clothes, he finds her hot, and sexy.

Damn! I want her tonight.

But before he could speak, someone was ahead of him. There was a man sitting next to the girl on the other seat.

"Hello, miss. Alone?" the man asked the girl while smiling then brought out his deep dimple through his smile.

Tsk! The only thing he has is a dimple. But even if he doesn't have a dimple, he's still handsome. When his dimple disappears, he's sure he's ugly.

"**** off," she said coldly causing the man to startle and then leave.

He suddenly felt cold when she spoke. The type of voice she has is the type that will really blow you away when she speaks. He swallowed while still looking at the girl. He badly wants to know her name, but he's nervous, maybe because he's afraid that she might end just like the guy earlier.

But of course because he is Zaver Balley—a certified womanizer—there is no woman that he was afraid of—especially in bed. No woman can take him down—well, except in bed—again. He knew that the girl really didn't like that man because he was ugly.

Of course, because he's handsome, the girl won't talk to him like that.

"Wanna drink?" A way of a man greeting a woman in this kind of place.

He raised the glass he was holding when the girl turned to him. Damn! He can feel her cold stare at him. Don't tell him she will reject him too just like she did to the man earlier.

Please no, please no.

"Sure." He was slightly surprised by her answer.

He never expected that she will accept his offer. He thought that she would also reject him. When he came back to his trance, he immediately called the bartender then ordered drinks for women, of course.

Just like he said, no woman on this earth can resist his charms. She rejected that man earlier because he was not as handsome as him. Well, better luck next life for him.

"I'm Zaver Balley and you are?" He offered the beautiful girl his hand but instead of accepting it, she pointed to the top.

He looked up like a fool. "What can you see up there when you are outside of this club?"

"Sky, of course," he answered quickly.

"Then, that's my name."

He was surprised for what she said. For the first time in his life, this is the first time someone introduced him like that. Cool.

Usually the women who introduce him are acting cute or have a flirtatious tone to attract him. But this girl, she was different from others.

"Sky," he repeated her name. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman like you."

She smiled a little. "Is that what you said to all the woman you've met?" He was speechless at her for being frank. "Anyway, I don't mind."

She's really cool. Except for Ice, he had only just met a woman like her.

They talked about things all night. He told her about his job, his hobbies—of course he didn't tell the girl that he likes hunting beautiful women, like her—He also told her about his friends.

All the time that he was talking, she was just listening while looking at his eyes. He feels awkward for that and he doesn't know why. This was the first time that he was somewhat uncomfortable with a woman's gaze. She doesn't seem like uncomfortable to stare at a man.

Time passed and they decided to leave the club. Zaver took Sky to a fine dining restaurant, of course he freed her and fed her because he knew she would be hungry after what they were going to do later.

During the times they were together, he was always the only one who talked and told stories while she just listened. He didn't know anything else about the woman other than her name, even her last name he didn't know.

"It's your turn to tell the story. I've been telling stories for a while, but you haven't told me anything yet. Tell me about yourself." He looked down at her attractive eyes.

She smiled slightly. "I don't like to tell about myself to those who are strangers to me."

He laughed at what she said. Can't believe looking at her. "What? You're still treating me as a stranger? Come on, Sky. I already told you about my name, my job and sort of about me and yet you still treat me as a stranger?"

"Why bother me, telling you about myself? We're just going to have a one night stand anyway."

To his surprise again, she herself said that they would only have a one night stand. So that means, he doesn't need to ask her because she's willing too.

"Don't tell me, all the women that you have a one night stand, you asked them about themselves? Oh come on, it's not like a womanizer thing."

He was shocked by her frankness. He never meets—except Ice—a girl like her, who is a straight forward.

After eating, Zaver and Sky went straight to a hotel to check in. After entering the room and closing the door, Zaver was surprised when Sky suddenly kissed him.

Suddenly his body was burning up because of the softness of her lips. He could also taste the sweetness of the wine they drank earlier. He suddenly picked her up and brought her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He removed her hair that blocked her beautiful face.

"You're really beautiful." He caressed her face then he caressed her red and soft lips.

His throat suddenly tightened, as if he was thirsty for her kisses. He kissed her, gently. She kissed him back that made him smile.

He did everything to make her happy and he never failed because he heard her scream with the pleasure. He heard her ****. Damn! Just like a music to his ears.

He took the condom and opened it. He was about to put it on when the woman stopped him.

"Don't use that anymore."

"I don't want to impregnate you—" he couldn't continue what he had to say when she kissed him on the lips again and she moved her hand to his manhood.

He was intoxicated by her kiss again. She lay down on the bed again while he was on top of her while he was still intoxicated with his kiss.

"Please, be gentle," she said hoarsely when their lips parted.

"I will, Baby." He slowly inserted his m*nhood into her w*manhood.

He felt something strange in his lower part, and when he was about to look at it, the woman kissed him again.

He didn't know what was in her kisses and he was getting drunk, he was losing his mind. He couldn't think straight when his lips touched hers.

He gently ****** at her at first and after a minute he ****** become faster and faster until she c*m.

"Sh*t! I'm c*mming." He even sped up riding the girl because he was about to c*m. He keeps trusting in her. Faster and harder.

She kissed him causing him to lose his mind again until he c*m inside of her. He didn't bother that he c*m inside her, he just loves the pleasure. It feels so good to be kissed by her. He fell down next to her because of exhaustion. They both catching their breath.

They both catching their breath. "That was great," he said and looked at the woman next to him. He was surprised to see that she was already asleep.

He just shook his head. This woman is really different. Did he tire her out too much for her to fall asleep right away? He just kissed her then fell asleep next to her. Damn! She's the best of all women that he has sex.

The next day, as usual, he woke up early to leave. Like what he said, he doesn't want the woman he had sex with last night to see him because she might assume more. He doesn't like commitment.

To his surprise, Sky was already gone. She was no longer with him. He looked around the room, and the bathroom, but she was really gone, not even her clothes that were scattered on the floor last night. Only his clothes were on the floor.

He held his forehead when he felt something stuck to it. He took out a sticky note. Damn this woman! She actually put it on his forehead. There is a table on the side of the bed where she can put it, but she still chooses his forehead.

'Thank you for last night. I enjoyed it.'

His eyes widened at what he read. That's his line. Why does it seem to be reversed? He got up and got dressed. He stopped buttoning when he noticed something on the white bed sheet.

And shit! To his surprise, again—this damn woman never failed to surprise him—he saw a blood on the sheet.

He touched it then smelled it just to make sure that it was blood. Damn! It is really a blood. He mean, the way he felt yesterday… Is that why she said to be gentle last night because it was her first time?

He pulled out his own hair. Damn! Of all the things he doesn't want to touch are those virgins because they might chase after him. That's how ****** woman is. When you are the first, you will be chased to hold them accountable.

He messed with his own hair. He's not ready to be responsible for a woman, even if she's hot, and she's delicious, she's beautiful, he still doesn't want it. He wants to be single until he wants to.

He doesn't want to have a commitment to any woman because they will only use him. Make him fall in love, make him feel that she loves him, but in the end, he will be fooled. To be used, toyed with, and laughed at once they made him look like a fool.

He promised himself that he would never again fall into the trap of women. To him, all women are like that. They want to play, that's why he's also playing the game.

He will never take any woman seriously, he will play with everyone just like she did with him. He will return to them what they did to him. 

When Sky comes back and wants him to hold her accountable, don't get her hopes up because that's not in his plan. She's also wrong that she chose him to take her virginity because he only wanted sex with a woman.

IT'S been three days since Zaver last saw Sky. Every day he was restless because he thought that at any moment Sky would appear in front of him and say that he wanted to make him responsible. Damn! If only he knew.

"What's your problem with, Zaver? It seems to be big. Did you get someone pregnant?" He suddenly looked at Aiden because of his question.

Shit!

"****!" Dylan and Wyatt said at the same time when he couldn't answer. "You get someone pregnant, Dude? As in pregnant?"

Wyatt hit his forehead before he even answered. "Dead! Didn't you use protection? A condom?"

He washed his face with his palm when he remembered that he hadn't used a condom when something happened between them.

"You're a dead kid. Goodbye, freedom," Dylan said teasingly, causing him to glare at him.

"Shut up there or I'll smash your face."

"Well, according to my research." They all looked at Aiden. "Somewhere around twenty-five percent of couples will be pregnant at the end of the first month of trying. About fifty percent will have conceived in six months. Between eighty-five and ninety percent of couples will have conceived at the end of a year. Of those that have not conceived, some still will, without any specific help."

"It means that the woman will only get pregnant if you do it repeatedly," he added.

He breathed a sigh of relief at what Aiden said.

"That's it, so don't repeat it and use protection if you don't want to say goodbye to your freedom," Wyatt said with a smile.

"True. Go ahead, you won't be able to taste different dishes," said Dylan.

He throws a pillow at the two at the same time. Instead of helping him with his problem, the two are scaring him. Are they really his friends? Damn, them then.