Chapter 4

Williams O'Connell sat in the passenger seat of his car, a Rolls-Royce Phantom. "Drive me to the O'Connell family house," he said to his driver.

"Yes, boss."

After thirty minutes, they reached a very huge mansion. Williams hurried inside; he hadn't seen his mother for a long time now. His parents had called him during the day and told him that they would be having a small family dinner.

He would have normally refused, knowing that his parents would use that opportunity to start urging him to marry. Still, now that he had seen her, he had decided to bite the bullet.

"Williams, you are here." His mom came forward and hugged him. His father only nodded to him in acknowledgment and continued reading the newspaper that he was holding.

"Williams," he turned on hearing his name, seeing a beautiful young girl. She had very tall legs and a curvy body, which surprised him.

"Sandra, you are here," he had a bad feeling on seeing Sandra here. The two had been childhood friends until one day Sandra confessed to him. He rejected her, but she refused to accept the rejection and kept on pursuing him until she left for Britain.

Looking at her twinkling eyes, it seemed like she hadn't given up her conviction.

"Why can't I be here? It's basically my second home," she said cheerfully.

"Auntie Beatrice, let me help you with that," she said to Williams's mom and helped her relieve the load she was carrying.

Williams's mom always liked to cook by herself during family special occasions and would willingly serve the dishes. He sat beside his father after that and poured himself a glass of wine.

"How is work?" his father asked.

"Fine,"

His father nodded, already expecting the answer. "I heard that you want to acquire Headway Entertainment Industry. Why did you suddenly start becoming interested in the entertainment industry?"

"Why? Is it not a business? I don't see anything wrong with it. And besides, people are making money from the entertainment industry," he said.

"Indeed, well, I just hope that you know whatever it is that you are doing," he said and continued reading his newspaper.

Soon the dishes were ready, and they were called to the dining room. Williams was arranged to sit beside Sandra. During the meal, Sandra kept on talking non-stop about her experiences in Britain.

Williams only listened and didn't interrupt her.

"Anyway, Williams, one day you have to travel with me to Britain for a vacation," she said hopefully.

"Sorry, but I don't have the luxury of time to do so," he declined immediately.

Sandra looked hurt, but only for a while before she continued talking. When they were done eating, Sandra offered to keep the plates.

"What do you think about Sandra?" Miss Beatrice asked.

"What am I supposed to think? She is beautiful and talks a lot." Mrs. Beatrice looked amused at his words.

"Don't say such things about your childhood best friend," she said.

"Mom, tell me, are you trying to play matchmaker here?" he asked.

"Williams, you are all grown up now; it's now time for you to marry and settle down. Sandra is a good girl, and we have a good relationship with her family. Why not settle down with her?" Mrs. Beatrice asked worriedly.

"Mom, I have found the one I like. Don't worry; you won't wait too long." His mother appeared surprised at his words. Williams is a huge playboy after all and has lots of girls who are only mistresses.

It's rare to hear that he has a girl he likes. Sandra came out wearing a beautiful smile. "I'm about to go, Auntie Beatrice. My mom has called me; she is worried." She said,

"Williams, why not drive her home? She didn't come with her car but came with me from the office." Mrs. Beatrice suggested.

Williams grunted.

Inside his car, Sandra looked at him. "Are you trying to avoid me, Williams?" She asked.

"No," he replied and continued driving. Sandra appeared disappointed. "Williams, I love you," she said.

"I like you too, Sandra, but not the way you want. It can't work between us." He said honestly. He is most familiar with Sandra's character; he used to like her until he found out how she treats people like shit, especially the less privileged.

Everything she puts on is a facade; the real her is saucy and will talk to people anyhow. She is also very obsessive about him. But what made him hate her more was when he caught her beating one of his mistresses.

She gave the poor girl a knife scar and might have done more if she hadn't appeared on time to stop her. He had been so angry that he had denounced their friendship and wouldn't talk to her again.

Sandra bit her lips, "Stop there; I want to get something from that store over there." She said, Williams looked at her confused. But still did as she said. The place he is parked in is quite lonely.

He was about to ask her if she was not coming down when Sandra pounced on him and started kissing him. Her lips went deep into his mouth. Williams was aroused; he was a huge playboy and didn't have any qualms about sleeping with any pretty girl who offered herself to him.

He kissed her back, and the two were locked in a passionate embrace trying to merge with each other. Her hands slid to his manhood, and she pulled it out and started stroking it.

Williams growled and made for her breast; he pulled down her gown and tore down her bra, releasing her huge breasts. He started sucking it.

"I want you now, Williams," Sandra said in between pleasure. Williams continued to suck her, then his hand made for her pussy, but stopped when it reached her panties, and he stopped and pulled himself from Sandra.

"No, we can't do it," he said to her. Sandra's lust-filled eyes were brimming with tears now. "Why?" She asked.

Williams sighed. He had wanted to take her in but couldn't bring himself to do so. Knowing Sandra and how obsessive she is. Taking her in is tantamount to declaring her as his woman. She will never let go.

And besides, an image keeps on coming to his mind. The image of the girl whom he had a one-night stand with.