The Hottie Billionaire Series: Romancing A Banking Magnate (The Billionaire Meets The Damsel In Distress) (5 page)

She went to the bank the next day to
negotiate about her father’s debt with the Branch Manager. She
would ask for an extension, and she would pay in partial. She had
to come up with any arrangement that would allow them to keep their
property. But she was crestfallen to know that the bank couldn’t
give consideration anymore because her father neglected the last
two final notices they sent.

She did her best to beg, but her
father’s case was already escalated, and the forfeiture was up for
execution. She felt as if the world ruthlessly crashed on her
shoulders, but she didn’t lose hope. So she went to another branch,
and luckily, she was able to come up with an
arrangement.

Fortunately enough, the Bank Manager
in another branch was a middle-aged man who looked smitten by her
beauty. So she did her best to use that to her advantage. And her
charms worked on the middle-aged man, much to her delight. He
granted her request. And she almost jumped in joy.

She paid the bank a sum of one million
two hundred fifty thousand pesos, and the deadline to pay the
remaining balance was agreed to be extended to six months. So she
had six months to look for ways to raise three million and seven
hundred fifty thousand pesos. If she could do that, she could pay
their debt in full, and their farm would be saved from
forfeiture.

She knew that her family’s future was
still on the edge of uncertainty, but at least, for now, she could
take a full, deep breath. In the meantime, she would put all her
energies dedicated to her father’s fast recovery.

Thank God! One problem down, one left.
She was doing fine and she was pleased.

Chapter 5

Xavier was damned pissed
off.
He almost wasted his entire day
interviewing numerous women who applied to the foolish
advertisement that he stupidly ran in the Daily
Inquirer.

He was laughing at his own ad, and he
goddamned knew how stupid it was, but he took a risk. His impotency
dilemma had come to a point where it already got under his skin.
Now, more than ever, he realized how serious his dreaded problem
had become. It has already affected his whole fucked up
life.

And to make matters even worse, they
ran his mother to the hospital a couple of days ago. Again. Her
blood sugar rose to a dangerous level. Again. The doctor had to
administer an emergency insulin shot just to stabilize her
condition.

His mother had been suffering from a
serious case of diabetes for a long time now, and a few years ago,
it developed some severe complications. Her health was slowly
fading away. She had lost a lot of weight since her sickness
worsened. The doctors, who were attending to her, were now alarmed
and even warned him of the worst case scenarios.

He was worried sick of his mother. She
was the only parent he had after losing his dad ten years ago. And
they were close, really close, that he was actually a closet Mama’s
boy. He treasured his mother in his heart more than he could show
it in his deeds. But for the past weeks, he took advantage of the
opportunity to bond with her. He just wanted to let his mother feel
that she was dearly loved and cherished.

But his mother would always push him
to get married and start a family, a topic that he always evades,
but she would always love to bring up. She would always tell him
that she wanted grandchildren who would fill their huge mansion
with giddy laughters. Her fervent wish was to see just one
grandchild before she would pass away, something that he had
difficulty digesting. He loved his mother, and losing her was
unacceptable. He didn’t even want to think about it.

His mom would always tell him that she
was already getting old and really sick, but she couldn’t leave in
peace thinking that her son’s life was not yet in a straight path.
He was a filthy, rich banker, being the CEO of UNB, yet he was
unfulfilled. Well, his mother’s definition of fulfillment inclined
to having a happy family life, and despite of his huge success in
the business, he didn’t have that kind of credentials yet. And his
mom was getting frustrated. Sometimes, he would feel guilty because
in a way, he would make her illness worse by aggravating
her.

But as much as he would just want to
indulge his mother’s wish, so as to make her finally happy - he
actually wanted to cave in to her prodding already, he simply
didn’t have the balls to tell her straight in the face that he
couldn’t grant her request. His erectile problem continued to
persist, despite of his efforts to cure it with the help of a lot
of fantastic women. And he had never been as frustrated as this all
his life.

He actually understood his mother.
Well, she was right. He was really getting older, and he needed to
start raising a family of his own. Finally, he realized that. He
was already thirty-five. Now was the perfect time for him to get
married, father one or two kids, and be a doting family
man.

He already had enough of the bachelor
life, had tasted countless of women, and engaged in adrenaline
seeking adventures. It was now his time to slow down, to take life
seriously, and be a devoted family man, just like his friend,
Tristan. Naya, Tristan’s wife, just gave birth to a cute as a
button little girl, and when he held the little angel in his arms
during one of his visits, he suddenly longed to have his
own.

Alas, his take about life and things
around him became mature. It was sudden and drastic, like a
180-degree turn, but it was for the better. If he could just fix
his life in a snap of a finger, he definitely would. But his
dreaded erectile problem continued to haunt him. And he was afraid,
really afraid, that Nikolas might have hit the nail in the head by
saying that he was already undergoing a mid-life crisis. Dang, but
knock on wood!

Well,
Nikolas had been there for him in his awkward struggle. He had
been a really good friend, a confidante, and a passionate supporter
to find a cure to his epic, temporary impotence. Nikolas was quite
positive at first that he could help him, but all of the hot,
lovely women whom he recommended to get his groove back, did not do
a thing to excite his still sleeping junior. His mind really wanted
to fuck, yet his bloody dick wouldn’t cooperate. Even that hottie
Megan Fox look-alike, who was better than a bitch in heat, simply
wasn't enough to put him on fire.

He was really smitten by her
incredible beauty and hotness, and he thought that she was already
what he was looking for - an elusive cure to his impotence. He had
high hopes, but when they got to the bedroom, and the woman worked
her ass out arousing him, seducing him, setting his mood for a hot
sexual encounter, his bull-headed junior excruciatingly remained
passive. And the hottie Megan Fox look-alike went
bonkers.

Damn! But he had never been
embarrassed like hell in front of a woman that he wished for the
earth to crack open and eat him alive. He didn’t even want to think
about it, but since it's gotten inside his mind, he couldn’t help
but painfully cringe.

He still could hear how she cursed and
crushed his masculinity in blatant insults. His ego was bruised
like hell, his manhood was disparagingly shaken. And it was just so
frustrating because he couldn’t do anything about it.

He became the subject of his friends’
demeaning jokes when they learned about the incident. Until
now.

He was enjoying the title as the most
womanizer among his friends, a sex god who was happily humping from
one lap to another, and of all people, he was the unlucky one to
suffer from the dreaded curse called impotence. It was indeed
unfair!

It wasn’t easy to stomach, yet he
needed to deal with it. He had been in denial for a period of time,
and it gave him more harm than good. So he really had to put up
with this kind of shit, and address the root cause of the
issue.

Maybe that way, he could dig what was
wrong with him, and find the mysterious solution to end his
ordeal.

Damn, but he just simply couldn’t
accept that he was really having a mid-life crisis. Nikolas must be
wrong. For Pete’s sake, he was just thirty-five, still on his
prime, and not a fifty year old, filthy, old man!

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but think
that maybe karma was already smacking him hard in the ass. He had
toyed with women, he wouldn’t deny that, and maybe that was why he
was being punished now. He was a perennial playboy, and he would
change girlfriends as often as he would change briefs. People
around him would always point that out to him, especially his
mom.

But, oh well, despite him being a
playboy and all, he treated his women well. He showered them with
expensive, material things and indulging gifts. He was really not a
complete asshole, if that was some sort of a consolation. It was
just that his romantic streak was fleeting. No woman was able to
hold his interest for a long time.

He was a busy bee. He loved darting
from one flower to another, and when it’s time to say goodbye, he
would not buy his time to bid his farewell.

Janine was his only girlfriend who
lasted for a year. He thought that she was already the girl for
him, the one who would stay with him through thick and thin, but
they parted ways already. And that was all because he couldn’t give
her big “O” anymore. Shame!

His life was in great jeopardy,
really, and he needed to find a solution fast. There was a ticking
time bomb that he must beat, or else, he would be a dead meat, yet
he was fucking helpless in finding ways on how to beat the
odds.

And then, one day, he was surfing the
internet when he came along an article that says: CHINESE
BILLIONAIRE SEEKS WIFE: ONLY VIRGINS NEED APPLY. He got curious,
and he read the entire article. It was about a Chinese businessman
who had aplenty of moolah at his disposal, and he was seeking for a
wife, not just an ordinary wife, but still a virgin wife. It
sounded absurd at this time and age, and he was actually amused as
he read the article.

But an idea struck in his mind. He,
too, was looking for a wife, for that one particular woman who
could turn him on big time, who would bring back his voracious
appetite in bed, and someone who could give him an heir. He badly
needed that kind of a woman. Until now, it was horrifying, but he
still couldn’t screw a pussy just because his bloody dick wouldn’t
do so.

And he was already fucking frustrated
with his boring, celibate life. He had never imagined himself to be
deprived of sex. It was his food supplement since he learned the
art of fuckery, yet he was now in a pervasive situation wherein he
was living his most terrifying nightmare.

Reluctantly, yet hoping, he decided to
make a cathartic decision, something like what the Chinese
businessman came up in the article he just read. Right there and
then, he called the Daily Inquirer and placed a whole, one page
advertisement.

His ad in the most prestigious
newspaper in the Philippines read: BANKING MAGNATE, LOOKING
FOR A WIFE TO BEAR HIM AN HEIR. ONLY LOVELY, HOT WOMEN WITH
MATERNAL INSTINCTS NEED APPLY.

Hilarious, he knew that, but he was
able to put up such a desperate ad in the Daily Inquirer as he was
actually really desperate. There was no sense denying that anymore
when his whole life was in jeopardy. He was doing this to find a
cure to his dreaded illness and fix his already fucked up
life.

With his ad, he was actually hitting
two birds with one stone. He could solve all of his problems with
the help of one woman - THE ONE who could bail him out of his
misery, save his goddamned future, and continue his next
generation. He just needed one woman to do all of those amazing
things for him. Once he could get back to banging a hot pussy,
everything would fall in the right places. He could secure a wife,
fuck till he drops, and produce an heir. His mother would be happy,
and he would be singing a happy tune again.

Just one woman. He needed just one
woman to give him miracles. And he just couldn’t wait to meet
her!

Chapter 6

Xavier colorfully cursed
when he heard hysterical moans
echoed on
the line.
His sharp radar instantly picked
up what was going on before Nikolas’ perverted voice spoke on the
other line. His bastard of a friend was having a great time with
one of his fuck buddies. And suddenly, he envied Nik.

Well, good for him. As usual, his
friend’s sex life was astoundingly over the moon. Unlike him. He
was still trapped in a bloody nightmare.

“Hey, buddy!” Nikolas was panting
heavily when he answered his call.

The scandalous moaning of a woman who
was with him did not stop. It continued to irritate his ears that
he thought his ear drums might agonizingly explode any
moment.

He momentarily parted the phone away
from his ear. He took a deep sigh, his brows were cocking as if he
didn’t approve of his friend’s scandalous humping playmate. “Nik
are you free tonight?” he asked after he put the phone back to his
ear.

“
Obviously, not, Xave,” he
answered crisply. “Can’t you see that, man? But in case not, hey,
I’m busy!” His panting became harder. The woman’s moans went more
hysterical on the background.

“
Fuck you, Nik!” he snarled
furiously and cancelled the call. Nikolas talked to him while
having sex! What a bloody way to totally ruin his already terrible
night!