I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

Enzo’s face showed restrained annoyance as the hotel staff barred him from entering the Buenavista Hotel’s roof deck. Katarina Smith has a date today.

Katarina Smith is a well-known runaway model he met when Zach’s girlfriend Claudel invited him to a fashion show in New York.

“Bro, my name is Lorenzo Stieford,” he said to the staff member who had interrupted them. He even handed over his VIP ID to show that he was a VIP at that hotel. That’s the kind of ID that all Brotherhood Hotties have. Zach’s father, Uncle Calvin, customized it for them, giving him a single room in the hotel.

His brow furrowed even more as the staff exchanged glances as if they would never be allowed on the roof deck. He was blown away by the wind. Only now did he feel annoyed and embarrassed.

He returned to his female companion, who was now staring intently at the two staff. To try to calm down, he took a deep breath. Ms. Lyn, approaching them, was caught in his peripheral vision.

“Sir Enzo, we are very sorry, but the entire roof deck is now reserved,” Ms. Lyn said, bowing to apologize.

What he heard made him frown. “Ahh, Ms. Lyn. Can I find out who reserved the entire roof deck?” he inquired calmly.

“Sir Calvin close the entire roof deck until after dinner for that inside,” Ms. Lyn explained gently.

He nodded and stretched his neck slightly to see who was on the roof deck. That’s how he felt when a familiar woman rose from her seat.

“Damn! My super B,” he murmured.

Katarina made a quick turn. “My… what?” she asks, a perplexing question.

“Pardon me?” he said, even though he knew what she meant.

Katarina shook her head, saying, “Ohh! I thought you were going to say something?” She smiled at him, her white, even teeth gleaming.

He quickly yanked his female companion’s hand away, and when he noticed that the girl inside was already walking in their direction, he became nervous.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Sir Enzo, after-” Ms. Lyn did not finish what will tell him.

He looked back and signed approval to inform Ms. Lyn that he was okay not to get on the roof deck.

“Where are we going?” Katarina asked him softly and stroked his arm. He already knew what Katarina wanted. Aggressive, huh! Maybe he’s a playboy, but he’s not a Fuck boy.

“I’ve got a better idea; I think you should just come with me to the bar,” he said.

He smiled when he saw the disappointment on Katarina’s face. Perhaps she did not anticipate his rapid decline. He shook as they walked down the hallway together.

Ezekiel stands in front of his office’s large glass wall. He could see the entire San Carlos and the Buenavista Corporation’s adjacent buildings. He looked at his gold black Rolex submariner and saw fifteen minutes before eight o’clock.

He sighed and sat back in his swivel chair, closing his eyes. Maybe Miel and Zach are having dinner these days. He smiled as he considered what the two looked like now; perhaps they were already arguing at that point.

He returned to his office as soon as he exited his penthouse, where he had left Miel.

“What are you doing here?” he inquired of Zachary.

Who sat in front of his sofa as if he had been waiting for him a while?

He noticed Zachary swallow before attempting to smile at him. “Bro, I beg you, please help me; I’m not yet ready to marry.”

Ezekiel frowned as he looked at Zachary, who begged him; Zachary didn’t realize how lucky he was to be with Samarra.

He sighed and took a seat in the swivel chair. “Look, Zach, you didn’t pick up your fiancée at the airport to think of this.”

He couldn’t finish what he was going to say, “Bro-” When they are distracted by the intercom. He had scheduled to meet with a wine supplier who would supply their hotel and his bar. He stood up quickly and tapped Zach on the shoulder before exiting the office.

When he came out of the office, he couldn’t help but be shaken as he walked down the hallway; Zach was damn lucky. Miel is kind and beautiful, even though she is only ten times richer than them. Samarra has only one habit, and it is associated with Samarra’s wrong moves: her innocent smile. You thought everything was fine until you got slapped and kicked.

He recalls teasing Samarra in the swimming pool. Samarra was so angered at him that he had no idea what happened when she approached her with a smile that made him think nothing was wrong. He was slapped and kicked in the side, causing him to fall into the swimming pool. Her sweet smile was the most difficult of all.

“Sir?” a voice called out to him, and he quickly opened his eyes and looked at the source of the vote.

He smirked. “Yes?” Ezekiel replied quickly.

That woman sat up straight. “Do you have anything else to do, Sir? May I go now?” politely asked his secretary Diana Ventura.

Ezekiel shook his head, a small smile on his face. “You are free to leave now.”

Before standing up, Ezekiel’s gaze was drawn to the exiting Secretary Diana. He looked at his watch and saw it was eight-thirty in the evening. He was shaken and decided to go to his pub for a while to take a wine inventory.

Ozem Pub Club is a high-end bar in San Carlos; almost all patrons are the children of billionaires. When Ezekiel was twenty-one, he owned this club.

People almost halted in front of the bar as Ezekiel’s car approached, waiting for the owner of the orange Jaguar cx75 to emerge.

When Ezekiel got out of his car, it was as if the entire world of women came to a halt, their mouths open and their gazes following him.

“Oh, mg G! Is that Ezekiel?” exclaimed a woman who appeared to be a model.

“Oh, I can’t believe it,” a trembling woman in a red dress said. Almost all of the women follow Ezekiel’s admiring gaze.

Ezekiel turned and came to a halt in front of the man calling to him. “Oh, you’re too early, Enzo boy,” he told him.

Because it’s only nine o’clock in the evening in this bar, and he appears drunk.

Enzo was friends with Zachary, his younger brother, who regularly visited his bar. He is thankful for big bar sales when the hotties brotherhoods are here.

“I don’t want to be late because I don’t want to answer our bill later,” Enzo blushed as he stared at him.

Ezekiel rolled his eyes as he tapped Enzo’s shoulder; he knew Enzo’s companion was an international model.

He grinned. “It’s too early for you to start pulling out the grain, Enzo,” he jokes.

Enzo immediately understood what Ezekiel was saying, shrugging and smirking as both hands slid into his pocket. “I’m not going to perform planting and harvesting grain at this early, maybe later.”

Ezekiel burst out laughing at Enzo’s answer. “Just be careful when you plant and pull out the grain,” he said figuratively to Enzo before tapping him on the shoulder and heading to the office above the bar.