Chapter 4

On Trey’s twentieth birthday. His family hosted a banquet to celebrate him.

However, Trey felt such an occasion was of little importance and decided not to go.

Because all he ever accomplishes on occasions like that is going around from one business partner to the other toasting and drinking, the only reason he doesn’t end up drunk by the close of such events is because of how he trained himself to have alcohol tolerance.

However, when he arrived at the banquet an hour later, he was delighted he did.

Standing amidst the guests was the face that had been occupying his thoughts for the past 6 years. Valerie Lynn, his childhood sweetheart.

She stood there, looking stunning as ever in a strapless evening gown, as her brunette hair fell down her back, complementing her blue eyes. Trey met Valerie when he and his parents were living in Country B before he came back to Country A.

Valerie was six years old back then; he wanted to be friends with her when he saw her being bullied by her aunt and cousin. She ignored him for some time but became friends with him when she saw him being bullied by her cousin Lisa.

Their friendship developed into love in high school; one day he didn’t catch sight of Valerie at school, so he went to her house to check up. But he was informed they had moved the previous day.

He sent detectives to track Valerie after he became boss, but the detective came back with a dead-end report.

He never thought she would come back to him on a silver platter. He took quick, long strides towards her, unable to control his emotions.

Valerie was astonished to see Trey; he looked like a Greek god, tall and muscular, with broad shoulders, tanned skin, oceanic blue eyes, and long black hair with a matching beard and mustache, wearing a three-piece white suit with polished black leather shoes.

How could one person possess all the traits of a Greek god? She smiles widely, showcasing all her white teeth to Trey.

“Trey...” She murmured admiringly.

“Valerie…” Trey whispered, out of breath. ”It has been a while; how have you been?” He asked as he reached for Valerie’s hand.

"I've been... good." Valerie said as they both stared at each other longingly. Just then the song starts to play, and Trey asks her if she would dance with him. She agreed. Henceforth, the two started to date.

Trey is head over heels in love with Valerie; however, whenever he and Valerie want to have sex, he starts to have a severe migraine, causing them to stop midway through.

That’s the only reason why he ended up having sex with Lisa. He needed to have sex, and Lisa, just like all the other bitches he had fucked to relieve himself before, was living with him. Even though he felt remorseful when he realized he was too rough with her since it was actually her first. Surprising, right?

So he decided not to ever have intimacy with her again. But he kept craving her, obsessing over her, urging him to have constant sex with her. He just couldn’t get enough of her.

-/Present Time/-

The drive to the old mansion took 40 minutes. Trey got out of the car and headed to the main door to find old Butler Zane.

“Welcome home, young master.” He bowed, took Trey’s suit, and opened the door for him.

“Thank you,” Trey said, taking the lead. His face was cold and dark, void of any emotion.

“The madam is in the dining hall,” Butler Zane reports. Trey nods and heads in that direction. Just then his phone started ringing. He answered through his earpiece.

“Speak!” He demanded.

“Boss, the madam has fainted,” Brad reports. Brad is one of the personal bodyguards Trey arranged for Lisa’s protection. But Lisa, not aware of his job as a mafia, rejected them. So they watch her from afar.

“What happened?” He growled.

“Boss, the madam remained kneeling after you left; she fainted when she tried to stand.”

“Take her to the fucking hospital.” He said, feeling aggravated with himself for worrying about Lisa. He hates Lisa. But he can't help it; he instinctively worries about her.

"Okay, boss,” Brad said as he hung up. Trey went to the dining room to find his mom setting the table. Mrs. Rosa likes doing the housework; she hates being idle, and even though there are many house helpers, she enjoys getting busy.

“Mum, I’ve told you to let the maids do this stuff; they are paid to do it.” He complained. Mrs. Rosa smiled upon hearing her son's voice and walked over, hugging him.

“I thought you'd forgotten about your mother." Mrs. Rosa asked, pouting her lips. “I did.” Trey joked. His mom stared at him with amusement and said,

“Did the almighty Trey just joke?”

“I meant what I said.” Trey now said with a straight face. Mrs. Rosa grinned and asked him to join her for dinner since his dad and grandfather were not around. As they were almost done with the meal, Mrs. Rosa spoke.

“When will you introduce us to your wife?” She asked, staring at her son. Trey placed down his cutlery and wiped his mouth with the napkin, placed it down, and replied.

“I will when I deem it fit.” With that said, he stood up to leave. Mrs. Rosa knew Trey’s reaction to this topic, so she didn’t pursue the topic again.

“Will you be staying for the night?” She asked, changing the topic.

“I’m staying for a week,” Trey said bluntly, leaving for his room. Mrs. Rosa stared at his retreating form and sighed.

‘He must have argued with his wife for him to stay in the old mansion for a week,’ she thought. She has been trying to know the kind of woman her son married, but the topic is brushed off by Trey before she can start.

There was this one time she visited his house but was not allowed to enter by the bodyguards. She sighed, stood up, and started clearing the table. After she was done, she retired for the night.