One Night Stand

Chapter 42

Javier’s POV Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Inside his office, Javier tapped his foot on the side of his large desk.

I’m finally letting the cat out of the bag tonight. He mumbled, pushing every idea aside. He scratched

his temples, a panic attack raging in his stomach. How would he react if he found out I was aware of

the whole situation? Will it cost us even more than it has already? I was trying to forget about it.

Why am I thinking about this again?

He poured himself a glass of Don Julio 1942 and took a seat in the middle of his office. Smirking, he

swirled the tequila in his glass.

“Fuck everything,” he says. “Why should I be the one to be concerned?” he grumbled. They treated me

like a fool the whole time, and I’ve been carrying this weight for years. “Why should I be the one to

assume the role of a saint?” I summoned my assistant CEO, Ethan, to accompany me. Sandra and her

mother were seated in the living room when I got home, so I thought, fantastic, everyone is here. I sat

down, as did Ethan, my closest friend, and assistant CEO. I glanced around the room and cleared my

throat.

“Before I speak what I want to say, I’d want to inform you all. Anyway, you already know I don’t have a

filter, and Grandma, please forgive me for today. I’ll begin from the beginning and leave nothing behind,

and I don’t want to be stopped before I finish expressing what I want to say, before I say what has been

a burden for me, not really a hardship, but I thought the pretense would end and people would be

honest. Grandma, You told me 11 years ago that you were tired of me bringing various females home

and that you wanted to introduce me to a nice girl because I was damaging the family reputation. I

recall you suggesting that I go against you, and I told you I wasn’t ready to settle. When I returned

home for a visit a year later, you introduced me to Sandra. You said that she didn’t know any males.

She was nice to me and very innocent. I accepted her that year since that was what you wanted, and

we just exchanged numbers and had one supper together because I was traveling back to Spain the

following day. I recall you wanting to broadcast to the world that she was mine, although I was in and

out of the nation. But I urged you to wait, so I performed my investigation, and what you told me about

her differed from what I learned. I didn’t mind in the least. After all, I used to make headlines daily, so

having a boyfriend seemed natural to her. So, after another year, I returned home once the job in Spain

was done. I met Sandra, went on many dates with her, and fell in love with her. At least, I believed so

since she was speaking my language, and the only language I understood at the time was sex. Sandra

had a high school sweetheart who she was still seeing when you introduced us. They are still dating, or

should I say fucking, to this day.” I wasn’t looking at anybody as I was speaking, but when I mentioned

it, I lifted my gaze to meet Sandra’s, and I saw the terror in her eyes. Did you think I didn’t know? I

inquired and proceeded. Don’t bother responding. I’m not finished yet. I was a naïve young man back

then. I’ll confess that even though I knew you had a partner and kept it from me, I still wanted to fuck

you. Do you know why? Because I’d never shared a female with another man before, and I wanted to

see whether the guy was better in bed than I was.