Chapter 4

Everett's POV

I punched the wall when Garil told me that the woman he was supposed to send to me didn’t make it. I found out late because he told me late. By that time, I had already sex with the woman who called me Godfather earlier. Who is she, and why did she call me godfather? Am I really her godfather?

The next day, my uncles and aunts said they would handle the company for now since I haven’t fulfilled my father’s wishes. They told me that I could only take control of the company once I got married and had a child.

I immediately thought of the woman I had sex with in bed. With the amount of sperm I released in her, it’s impossible she wouldn’t get pregnant. But why did she run away? She didn’t even introduce herself to me. But I know we’ll meet again. She’ll come running to me when she finds out there’s something growing in her belly.

“I'm really sorry, bro. I didn’t expect you to end up with a different woman at that hotel. I told you late that the woman I spoke to couldn’t make it because my girlfriend and I had a fight,” Garil explained while we were on the yacht, drinking wine. This is where we usually hang out when things get boring. We just circle around and stay in the middle of the sea while waiting for the sunset.

“Just find the woman I had sex with in bed. Find out everything about her so I can get to know her. Surely, you have the means to get the CCTV footage from that hotel. As compensation for your screw-up, you have to find out who that woman is. I need to know her,” I ordered him, then downed the wine in my glass.

I know Garil will find a way to handle this. When it comes to investigations, he’s very skilled. That’s why I’m counting on him to find the woman I was with that night. The woman who seemed like I was her first. When she left, I noticed there was blood on the bed.

Just two days later, Garil came back to me with the information about the woman I had sex with in bed. I was right; he’s really good at investigating. With all his connections, he can easily find out what he wants to know about someone.

I found out her name is Misha Merdz. I’m only three years older than her. Her father is actually my dad’s best friend. So now I understand why she called me Godfather that night. Misha was the little girl I stood as godfather to at her baptism when I was just three years old. I remember my dad telling me that at my young age of three, I already became a godfather at a baptism. It was all just for fun, according to my dad. But the funny thing is, Misha seems to recognize me as her godfather. I shook my head, thinking... her godfather was the one who took her virginity. Now I get why she ran away that night. She probably couldn’t believe what happened between us. I was really enjoying that night, but I couldn’t stop thinking that she seemed to bite her lip while staring at my naked body. She was staring at my manhood for quite a while as if she was tempted by me.

I want to talk to her about what happened, so I went straight to her father. I spoke to him because Misha wasn’t replying to my messages on her social media. I don’t know why, but Misha’s father seemed delighted that I wanted to talk to his daughter. I’m sure she hasn’t told her father what happened between us. If it were me, why would I even tell my father about it? That would be so embarrassing.

Misha’s father told me that she agreed to meet with me. He said we would talk tomorrow afternoon at a coffee shop. He’ll just send me the address, so I’m going to prepare for it.