Chapter 2

I stopped my car at a gas station to fill up and buy some supplies for the road trip I was about to begin. I brought my blue Jeep Wrangler that my Papa gave me as a gift for graduating college. Since I’ve been earning a good amount of money from vlogging, I decided to go on a solo road trip. I wanted to create my own adventure, discover new things, and of course, it would make great content. My family agreed to it. Aside from being wealthy, my brother is the one helping Papa with the family business. I also earn well and don’t rely on them financially.

So now it’s the first day of my adventure. My stuff and all sorts of tools that I might need are packed in the back of my vehicle. It’s like my car will be my home from now on. Where am I going? I don’t even know! I’ll just follow where the road takes me. I’m heading out of the city and taking the road toward the provinces. I think exploring nature is more fun—places full of trees, lakes, rivers, sand, the ocean, and so much more. Maybe I’ll meet a guy along the way, spend time with him… and maybe even get a taste of some local man! I bet they taste exotic! I giggled at the thought, and I felt my core moisten.

I passed by a gas station and had my tank filled. There was a supermarket nearby, so I drove there and parked. There were quite a few people shopping, but I didn’t mind. This was the first town I’d entered—maybe there was something hidden here, yet to be discovered. I wondered if there were any hotels or inns I could stay in for a bit. I stepped out of my car, brought my trendy belt bag with me, and entered the store. Cold air from the AC greeted me, raising goosebumps on my skin. I grabbed a trolley and started walking.

I noticed that people were staring at me. Probably because I was only wearing denim short shorts and a red halter top that showed off my back. Not to brag, but I know I’m pretty. Fair-skinned, a little tall, my body has curves in all the right places, and I’ve been blessed with big breasts and a round ass. I have a heart-shaped face, light brown doll-like eyes, pink thin lips, and short hair that ends just above my shoulders—so my bare back was fully exposed. I’ll admit I’m a bit of a flirt and I love sex, but not with just anyone—I do have a type!

Oh, I forgot. I’m Ayana Torrez, Aya for short, turning 22, and I have a sweet tooth. No matter what I eat, I never gain weight, thanks to my fast metabolism, plus I’m pretty active. I’ve had boyfriends before, but they never lasted. I get bored easily. It always feels like something’s missing, the thrill vanishes, and I’m never satisfied with their skills in bed. So I break up with them. Besides, I know most of them only want me because of my status. So right now, no relationships—just flings are fine.

I grabbed lots of snacks and drinks as I strolled through each aisle. My cart was almost full. I just hoped everything would still fit in my car. I stopped pushing my cart when I passed the shampoo and soap aisle. That’s when I saw him—a yummy-looking mature hunk checking out the shelves. A very yummy daddy! He was tall, still well-built, with medium-toned skin, a strong jaw, prominent cheekbones, thick lips, and sky-blue eyes. He had a few white hairs on the side of his head, which only added to his charm. My gosh!

Just looking at him already turned me on! I knew I’d discover something here! Wait—was he married? I glanced at his hand and saw no wedding ring. I smiled secretly and casually passed by his side. I even caught a whiff of his manly scent that made my center burn with desire. 

I wish I could taste him… I really have a thing for older men, and I’d had a taste of one during my brother’s wedding. That was risky too, since he was Papa’s business partner. But we agreed it would be the last time and to move on with our lives. I even tried seducing some of my hot professors, but they wouldn’t risk their careers. Oh well… looks like I now have a reason to stay a bit longer in this place. I hoped I’d see him again and get to know him better.

I carried a big eco bag as I exited the supermarket. As I was walking to my car, I stepped on something hard. When I looked down, I saw a leather wallet and picked it up. I put all my shopping in the backseat, got into the driver’s seat, and checked the wallet—it contained cash and IDs. I paused and smiled when I saw the ID—it was the yummy daddy from earlier! 

He looked a bit younger in the photo, and his name was Arthur Sanz, born in 1981. That means he’s 44 years old! Perfect! I just hoped he wasn’t taken. I may be flirty, but I’m not a homewrecker! I read the address, smiled, and started the engine.

I asked around for directions to his house. Apparently, people here knew him, but his place was quite private—it was at the edge of town with a separate road leading there. I followed their instructions, turned off into a different road, and drove past rows of trees until I saw a large, old Victorian house with a big gate in front. I could see a luxury car parked outside. 

The surroundings were quiet—the only sounds were birds chirping and leaves rustling. It was really private—his was the only house around, everything else was trees. I looked at the house. Was he home? I stopped my car, got out, and walked up to the gate. I saw a doorbell and pressed it. I was a little nervous as I waited. I pressed it again and was startled when a voice came through the intercom.

“Uhm, hello, I’m looking for Arthur Sanz…” I said.

“Yes, I am Arthur Sanz. Is there anything you need, my dear?” My heart fluttered—his voice was so dreamy!

“I found your wallet, I wanted to return it.” I didn’t hear a reply, but the gate automatically opened. 

Curious, I stepped in and got a closer look at the beautiful house. From the double doors, the man I had been craving stepped out. He was still wearing the same clothes from earlier at the supermarket. I gave him a sweet smile and a little wave. He quickly approached and stopped right in front of me. Gosh! He was even more handsome up close, and he smelled amazing!

“Hi! My name is Ayana, but you can call me Aya for short. I found your wallet in the parking lot, Mr. Sanz.” I handed him his wallet, which he took.

He smiled, and I felt a twinge between my legs!

“Thank you, Aya, and please, just call me Arthur. I was actually about to head out to return to the supermarket. I really appreciate this—I don’t care about the cash, but the IDs and cards are very important to me.”

“I know… Good thing people here knew where you lived. Well, uhm… I’ll be going now, Arthur.”

“Huh? You’re leaving already?” I nodded. “Don’t go just yet. Let me return the favor for bringing my wallet back. Have lunch with me—I just finished cooking.”

“You cooked? Wow…” I laughed a little. “I’m not bothering you, am I? Don’t you have anyone with you at home?” He shook his head.

“No, I’m single and I live alone. Have lunch with me, Aya. Please?” he asked.

Oh my! How could I say no? This is my chance!

“Okay, I’m hungry anyway,” I said shyly. He offered his hand, which I took, and we walked together into his mansion.