Episode 3

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."