The Disguise of a Rich Man
At a renowned nightclub, the DJ's blasting beats echoed, accompanying the youth as they spent their evening moving and laughing joyfully.
Both men and women swayed, following the rhythm of the deafening yet invigorating DJ music that made their bodies want to keep dancing.
Likewise, a strikingly handsome man couldn't stop himself moving to the pulsating beats. He had the look of a Greek god – a strong jawline, a sharp nose, thick eyebrows, and seductive lips, presenting a perfect sculpture of divine creation that soothed the eyes.
This dream man was Bara Abraham, a wealthy young bachelor, the sole heir to the Abraham family fortune.
It was a habit for this attractive young man to spend his time and money in nightclubs.
Bara was a man known for his generosity; he liked to work hard and also enjoyed spending lavishly, convinced that the family fortune would never run dry even for ten generations to come.
Even for just a single seating, Bara would happily spend over 50 million, not to mention his two friends who were only too happy to squander Bara's wealth, alongside the beautiful women who were a constant in the handsome man's bed.
Bara was also willing to blow 100 million in just a single night...
One could only imagine the wildness of the Abraham scion.
"Keep the energy up! We're riding this happiness till morning," Bara shouted as he gyrated with the night's company women and his two friends.
Panji and Andra were Bara’s close companions, long-time friends whose success partly came from Bara's willingness to invest in their ventures.
Throughout their friendship with Bara, they had never once spent a dime of their own money; Bara covered all nightclub expenses.
"Bro... aren't you tired? Let's take a break now, as soon I will be indulging with one of my chosen ladies," Panji called out, clapping Bara on the shoulder.
Hearing his friend, Bara halted his dancing to avoid losing stamina from too much exertion.
"You're right, let's head back to our seats," Bara urged the six of them.
When they sat down, the woman who would entertain Bara for the night coiled around the handsome man's arm.
Bara smelled exquisite as sweat began to drench his muscular body, a detail not lost on the woman intent on satisfying Bara that evening...
"Darling... do you find the scent of my body so appealing that you cling to me tighter?" Bara smirked with a questioning smile.
"Yes... Master Bara, you smell delightful. I love inhaling your scent," responded the woman named Misca.
Bara responded with a kiss on her cheek; he seemed interested in the woman provided by Madam Ane for that night...
"Is that so... I love your response, darling. Now just call me Bara, drop the formalities," he instructed.
"Alright, Bara, darling," Misca replied with a pleased smile, touching Bara more boldly and intimately, prompting feelings of arousal and heat within him.
Panji and Andra were engaged in similar activities, and it seemed they were soon to head their separate ways to their respective rooms...
Before long, Panji rose to leave with his companion of the night, followed by Andra, leaving Bara on the brink of pleasure.
"Let's go to the room now! Satisfy me with a good, hot service," Bara invited, pulling Misca along, who followed her client's request cheerfully.
Perhaps Misca had hopes beyond being a one-night companion; she aspired to be the lover of Bara Abraham...
Arriving in Bara's private room within the nightclub, Bara unleashed his passion fiercely...
Both Bara and Misca reveled in their encounter; Misca was intoxicated by Bara's amorous performance...
*****
Meanwhile, elsewhere, a man in his sixties clenched his fist in anger...
He was Mr. Abraham, watching a video of his only son's debauchery, a son who refused to change...
"Damn it...! What more do I need to do to get through to that boy, when my daily advice doesn't reach him at all?" Abraham exploded in fury.
"Sir, young Master Bara is the sole heir to your thriving empire. It's not good for the heir to be so extravagant and waste his wealth. I'm sure those around the young master are not truly sincere towards him; they're just exploiting his kindness," advised Anton.
"You're right, Anton. I think if my son were poor, all his friends and the women chasing after him would run away."
"Sir, what if we tried that?"
"What do you mean, Anton?" Abraham inquired curiously as he turned to face his confidant.
"Master, what if we made the young master poor, so he could see who is genuine and who's just using him? I think it's an excellent plan, Master."
"Yes, you're right... I'm also tired of seeing that boy disrespecting money, choosing to spend it at nightclubs rather than giving to those in need. Alright, let's bring that foolish boy home forcefully," Mr. Abraham decided with newfound vigor and a faint smile at the thought of his plan.
Living too comfortably can sometimes make a person forgetful; they forget to be grateful and how to steward their abundant wealth.
After almost half an hour's drive, Mr. Abraham, Anton, and the bodyguards arrived at the nightclub where Bara was engaged in his nocturnal activities.
They headed straight for the room where their wayward son was engaged in his nighttime pursuits...
Suddenly, just as Bara was about to sheath his weapon in Misca's cave, the sound of the door being forcefully broken in from outside startled them.
Crash...
The abrupt entrance startled Bara into standing and covering his weapon with the strewn bedsheet. Misca hurriedly covered herself with a thick blanket.
"You wretched child! You have truly tested my patience, Bara!" Abraham's yell made Bara cry out in surprise.
"Father...! How did you get here?" Bara asked with a look of panic.
"Of course I know where you are, even if you're in the bathroom, I can find out, Bara. Now listen good, effective immediately, you are disinherited as the heir to my fortune, and you are sentenced to work as an online motorcycle taxi driver. I've frozen all your assets this instant," Abraham declared.
"What...!!! Don't be insane, Dad! How can I, so rich and handsome, become an online motorcycle taxi driver? I refuse, Dad, and you can't disinherit me or freeze my assets just like that."
"Oh... you don't believe what I just said? Well, if you refuse, then I also disown you as my son altogether, Bara."
"No! Please, Dad... Don't do that. I'll comply with everything you say," Bara relented.
"Good, get dressed now and leave this place. I'll wait for you outside," Abraham commanded sternly before stepping out of the room.
Watching his father exit, Bara vented his frustration, cursing the sudden turn of events.
"Damn it...! How can I become an online motorcycle taxi driver and let Dad take all my wealth?" Bara exclaimed, distraught.
Misca, who had overheard the father-son conflict moments ago, rose from the bed and quickly exited the room.
"You're poor now, and I won't be used by you again, Bara," she declared.
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Nezuko Chan
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2024-01-06
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