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Finally I arrived in New York where I could take a deep breath and spend time with my family. My job in California was partly done and I was back here to concentrate on another project -- though a smaller project, but something that I really anticipated because I would be building my very own hotel this time.

I was tired but the thought of it made me energize. The adrenalin rushing inside my body kicking my gut and pushing me to go far and beyond. I could not wait to start.

I would create my very first five-star hotel and beach resort, a haven like no other. I envisioned to bring the Maldives beach in New York, create a replica of Sutherland Falls in New Zealand and Kawasan Falls in Cebu Philippines. It would feature many shops, nightclubs, spas, convention and activity centres, garden arena and amusement parks spread all over the 150-acre of land.

I had been working on the structural plan and designs of the hotel since I earned my engineering degree at Harvard University two years ago. I made all the necessary blueprints and stored it safety in a plastic tube container hidden inside the armoire wardrobe closet of my New York apartment, waiting for the time to make that dream happen -- and that time is now.

My grandfather, Lucas Monteiro acquired the property from his late father, Enrique Monteiro. Grandpa Lucas passed on the whole estate to me when I graduated university.

"You will build your very first hotel in this area of New York, Carter. It had been your great grandfather's wish for me, but I failed him, so does your dad. You will build it for us and continue the legacy of the Monteiros to build the world's greatest hotels."

"I will grandpa, you can rely on me."

"I know. You're very different from the rest of us Monteiros." Granpa Lucas smiled nodding his head. "I like that you grow up very humble, low profile, simple, frugal and pragmatic."

Something that I adapted while living in the Philippines. I was thirteen years old when my family moved in Cebu Philippines to construct the biggest hotel project. It took five years to finish the whole project and I was there, witnessing how the hotel grew from dusty barren land to a monstrous five star hotel fully equipped with hi-tech amenities. I was fascinated and decided to be like dad, and make bigger hotels.

I was acquainted with the locals, talked to the workers and studied in a Catholic school - University of San Carlos. I hung out with my Filipino friends more often-- going to the mall, watching movies, exploring the beaches and waterfalls, island hopping and so much more. I had so much fun growing up and living like a Filipino.

I went out of the airport and immediately saw my parents' black Bentley Bentayga Mulliner.

"Good morning, Mr. Monteiro. How's your flight?" The chauffeur Buzo, a Malaysian-Bristish guy in his early thirties greeted with a half bow as he opened the passenger door for me. He was a former chauffeur of an Arab royal family and adapted the same formally to us, even wearing his classic black uniform and matching hat.

"It was good" I answered and settled at the backseat.

I took the one a.m. flight in California and after six hours of flying, I arrived here in New York. I checked the time it was ten in the morning in New York.

"No more crying baby beside you?"

"Nope, not this time. I was squeezed between a snoring old man and a panicky nervous woman. But it was okay, I was able to sleep for a few hours."

I always took an economy commercial flight whenever I flew alone. I was not the type of person who would waste money on a business class accommodation, paying expensive plane dinners, paying extra for a good seat or getting a plane insurance. I don't see a good reason when all passengers would arrive at the same time.

"Ah-- you can relax now, sir. Where are we heading? To your apartment or your parents' mansion?"

"To my apartment." I decided to take a quick rest then go out in the afternoon to start on my project. Time is gold, I can't waste a day accomplishing nothing.

I was feeling a bit tired after three consecutive nights of working, preparing for the grand opening of our new hotel and beach resort in California.

During the grand opening, too many guests came - celebrities and famous rich people in different corners of the world, checked-in in the hotel, curious to see the main attractions -- a mini ocean park, man-made waterfalls and pink beach.

The crowd was endless, partying and dancing all day and night with live performances by Cold Play, Ariana Grande, Shawn Mendes, Drake and K-Pop superstars BTS.

"What's going on?" I asked when the car did not move when we were outside the airport.

"I think there's an accident at the roundabout."

I leaned my back against the car seat and looked outside the window. Instantly, I was on eye to eye with a woman... the only woman who could arouse intense anger inside me. Making my very calm and quiet self shattered the moment I saw her.

"Fuck!" I muttered.

An image of Athena Niarchos in a very provocative skimpy two piece black bikini in a huge billboard just outside the airport.

Damn woman. She might as well got naked, she left nothing to any man's imagination!

She was in the billboards in California, and now she invaded New York too!

I remembered my conversation with my personal assistant, Jim Cox yesterday. I was so upset when I arrived in the office and saw the huge infuriating picture of Athena Niarchos in front of our office building.

"Jim! Make sure to get that fucking image out of that billboard. Talk to anyone-- the owner of that damn billboard, the advertiser or the fashion company..."

"But sir, don't you find her so gorgeous?"

"NO. I don't want to see that again when I get back. That is bad for the business!"

Jim nodded. "Yes sir, I hear you."

"Good."

What the hell is wrong with this woman. All her images were the same. She was almost NAKED! In sexy bikinis, negligees, swimwear and underwear. There was a picture of her wearing jeans, but she was not wearing any shirt at all. She just covered her breasts with her hands.

She flaunted her body, baring too much skin.

Is she on drugs now? She's like practicing to be a porn star!

I did not understand. How could her parents tolerated her to pose in nude. Besides, why did she has to work as a model when she could have helped managing their family's group of companies. Her father was one of the world's respected billionaires and they owned banks, a real estate business, brewery and recently, a telecommunication venture.

And my cousin Zion. Didn't he care about his girlfriend? He seemed not to mind what his girlfriend was up to. Or he just did not care at all. He was so busy running their family businesses, working so hard that he was not mindful of his surroundings anymore.

I stared at the billboard in front of me again, studying Athena Niarchos' face, her body and curves. I frowned, feeling disgusted at the sight of her.

Why the hell did they change that old photo. It used to be a billboard of a happy family in a mackerel ad last week? So extreme that they replaced that inspiring ad that promoted family values to this kind of ad-- nothing but to lure men and stimulate sexual fantasies.

"That girl is very pretty." Buzo interrupted my thoughts.

"Who?" I pretended that I did not understand him.

"That girl in the billboard."

"Oh- that girl." I exhaled heavily and closed my eyes. I was glad that the traffic was moving now.

I understood how men went crazy for her. Much as I hated her, I could not deny that she has a pretty sexy body. Not the typical very thin model but she had curves and in the right places.

Fuck! I don't want to think about that bitch. She irritates the hell out of me.

I thought about my first date with Jenna last night. We had a great time dining in that new French restaurant. She looked so tough, overly confident and intimidating inside the courtroom, but I realized last night being alone with her, that that was only for a show. She was actually so sweet, one of the sweetest girl I knew, demure, caring and gentle. Of course very smart and articulate. It was so easy to talk to her, we clicked instantly. Definitely, she was the type of girl that any boy would be so proud to bring home and meet his parents.

Too different from Athena, who was like a blazing fire -- an inferno.

What the-- Did I just compare her with Jenna?

I did not want to be mean, but they were extremes and beyond incomparable. In terms of personality, education and intelligence -- Jenna aced it. Well, in beauty and body... Athena had a little advantage, but that was not important. It would fade eventually.

I pity the man who would marry Athena Niarchos already. If that's my cousin Zion, goodluck to him. He's in for a great disaster.

If not for the lifelong friendship and business partnership of Niarchos and Petrakis, probably Zion would not allow himself to be in a relationship with Athena.

Athena on the other hand, would give up anything to be in a relationship with Zion. That crazy girl had a great crush on Zion ever since... I guessed since she first laid eyes on him. She worshipped him and would kiss the ground he walked onto.

Crazy. I would never be in that kind of relationship.

I arrived in my apartment and I was able to get a good rest. I had a good homemade lunch prepared by my cook-- a chicken Singapore noodles, beef steak and baby spinach avocado salad. Afterwards, I answered some of my emails then had an hour of sleep.

I felt so refresh after waking up. I immediately took a shower to get ready for my appointment.

The image of Athena lingered in my mind. Stupid woman. Someone should tell her to stop posing for nude photos. She was only degrading herself.

That's skimpy bikini... her aroused nipples like small pebbles that marked against the fabric... that small mole on her inner thigh...

Dammit!

I suddenly got angry at the thought of her. I looked down and saw my manhood. It was so angry as well.

After thirty minutes, I was driving my blue Audi RS 7, heading to Huntington.