1. Meet Cute No 2

Saturday morning.

Ansel Adams looked to his side and sighed at the empty space in his bed. The space that once belonged to his ex-wife Jessica. That witch who betrayed him. Twenty years of a relationship destroyed in a whim. It was thrown out like garbage.

Oh well.

It wasn't like he was still torn up about it. Far from it. He was Ansel Adams, the CEO of the Adams Corp. A CEO of a major advertising industry does not spend his days moaning and crying about his cheating whore of an ex-wife. He blows it off and moves on to the next big thing. Or, in his case, the next piece of as-...

"ANSEL! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

A shrill voice of a woman pierced into his ears. So loud even his heavy wood door couldn't silence it.

 No, it wasn't one of his lovers whom he rejected after one night. Although, he had formed a habit of doing just that. It was his twin sister, Anya who was impatiently knocking on the door. Who always barged in on him, unannounced.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" he yelled back.

"Open the door, or I will break it," she replied from the other side.

"With those twig arms. You're making me laugh this early in the morning, bravo," Ansel scoffed.

"Ansel, for god's sake...."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming," he sighed and got out of bed. he was looking forward to sleeping in after last night's adventure.

Ansel opened the door, still in the process of waking up. He didn't even bother to put a shirt on. This was his apartment, so who cares what she thought.

"Eww, why are you naked?" Anya commented as soon as he opened the door.

"First of all, this is my apartment, and I can be in any state I want to be in. Second of all, I'm not naked. I have my pants on." Ansel said irritably.

"Whatever, did you forget we were supposed to have lunch together?" Anya glared at Ansel.

Oh shit...he did forget.

"Go shower and get ready in five minutes before I explode," Anya barked.

Ansel didn't argue anymore and went straight to shower. Anya had the sassy mouth like their mother, Ariel Adams and she didn't take crap from anyone. Ansel could stand here and argue all day, but it won't go anywhere. She'd drag him out of the penthouse one way or the other.

Ansel finished showering and wrapped a towel around his waist, then started shaving. He had a prominent jaw and a pair of grey eyes that he inherited from his father, Ivan. The features he was most proud of. He should thank my father for having the 'handsome' gene time to time since it got him laid almost every night. And, of course, being a billionaire also helped.

"Are you done jerking off in there? I don't have all day!" Anya cried from the other side of the door.

"You're disgusting. Just give me a goddamn minute," Ansel snarled and continued to shave. He loved his sister but somedays she drove him up the wall.

***

They went to a French café near the company they owned. Their mother used to come here every day for lunch before she retired from Adams corp. She used to be their father's secretary and they ended up falling in love with each other.

Anya looked at the menu and wrinkled her forehead. "I don't see macarons in the menu. What kind of French café doesn't have macarons?" she said and complained some more, but Ansel stopped listening to her halfway through the complaint. His eyes landed on a beautiful creature. She was only four feet away from them, so he could see her clearly.

"You aren't even listening to me. Anseeel!" Anya whined and threw a straw at him, so he snapped out of his trance.

"What?" Ansel asked distractedly. His eyes were still fixated on the girl in her waitress uniform. A white button-up with a short black skirt which he imagined ripping off her body,

"Who are you looking at?" Anya asked. She sounded annoyed since he ignored her completely.

"It's her," Ansel said quietly.

"Who?" Anya was confused.

"Her! The girl from the restaurant, remember?" he motioned towards the waitress, who was too busy to notice him staring at her.

Anya squinted her eyes at the waitress and tried to remember although, he couldn't imagine how she could forget that firecracker of a woman. The woman possessed a rather exotic look. She had long, wavy hair that was as black as midnight. Her skin was caramel-colored that looked bronzed under the sunlight. She had brown eyes that were big and expressive. And best of all, she was tall and voluptuous. What was she doing working at a café when she could be out there modeling for Victoria's Secret or something.

"Oh my god, it's her!" Anya exclaimed after remembering. "It's the girl who kicked your ass months ago!"

"She didn't kick my ass," he said irritably.

"She totally did. It was the funniest shit I've ever seen. I wish I took a picture of your face when she gave you an impromptu bath," Anya laughed.

Ansel tried recollect what had happen with the girl and grinned at the memory.

He met that waitress a few months back when he was at a restaurant having lunch with Anya and her husband, Connor. Anya was giving him hard time because he was fooling around with women after being heartbroken. After their argument, Ansel proceeded to storm out of the restaurant, but the waitress bumped into him, spilling drinks all over his expensive Armani suit.

Normally, Ansel acted more gracious about it, but since he was in a bad place at the time, he was in a sour mood 24/7. Ansel took his anger out on the poor girl and insulted her. She retaliated by telling him to fuck off and quitting her job, followed by pouring an entire glass of mojito on his head.

What a turn-on.

He couldn't stop thinking about her since that night. He wanted her. He started to think of ways to take revenge on her by using her body anyway he wanted, then making her his. Usually, he lost interest in a woman after sleeping with her once, but he knew she was going to be different.

Ansel felt his pulse race as he finally found her again. He watched her giggling at some douche with a hat and knew what he had to do.

This was his second chance to get what he wanted and he'll get at all costs.