1 Chris, the Bad Boy

The vibrant disco lights painted a kaleidoscope of colors on the face of a young man in his early twenties as he stepped into the hottest club in all of New York. A grin played on his lips as he observed the energetic crowd on the dance floor before making his way upstairs where his close friends eagerly awaited him.

Climbing the flights of stairs, he soon entered the exclusive private lounge. Three of his buddies were already settled on a plush couch, surrounded by an array of drinks.

"Ah, the big Bad boy has arrived! Welcome, Chris," Thomas greeted, sitting on the left side of the lounge. The central spot was reserved for Chris, who took his place with a smile.

Liam was on the right of the lounge with a young woman from the club beside him. He had his hand on her thigh while she had her hand on his chest. He glanced at Chris and asked him why wasn't he with his girlfriend.

Chris chuckled dismissively. "She was never my girlfriend," he muttered, raising a glass of alcohol to his lips. Peter chimed in, asking if he had a fight with Sarah.

"I've said it before; Sarah wasn't my girlfriend or anyone special. Chris doesn't do relationships or commitments. Please, just drop it," he retorted to Peter's questioning. Thomas gave Peter a discreet gesture, signaling him to let the topic go.

Meanwhile, Liam was thoroughly engrossed with the woman next to him.

"Hey, Natalie asked for your other number," Peter informed Chris.

"Who's Natalie?" Chris inquired, taking another sip of his drink before placing the glass back on the table.

Thomas promptly showed him a picture of Natalie.

"She's undeniably stunning, but she's just not my type," Chris replied nonchalantly, leaning back on the sofa. His eyes wandered away from Liam, who was still entangled with the woman.

Chris shifted his gaze when Peter probed further about his annoyance.

"Just some random thing," Chris evaded, hoping to steer the conversation away from personal matters.

"Well, the sole heir of the Onetti Family cannot have random things going around," Liam commented casually, breaking the small make-out session with the woman. The three women gracefully exited the private lounge upon Peter's request.

Chris reached for his glass again and downed the alcohol in one go. "Refill it, please," he requested from Liam, who promptly obliged.

"I heard your grandfather is pressuring you to take over the family company and start working," Liam continued, pouring another glass for Chris.

"My grandpa has been pushing for that ever since I turned eighteen. But I wanted to go to college first," Chris asserted, swirling the liquid in his glass thoughtfully.

"Getting a college degree was just an excuse," Thomas muttered, smirking at Chris.

"Well, you are right," Chris stated, bringing the glass again close to his mouth.

"You should consider joining the company," Liam advised Chris. "Don't forget you have a half-brother and half-sister too, who may become the heir to the family business if you keep pushing it away," he reminded Chris.

Peter and Thomas exchanged glances at each other as they felt Chris might get furious anytime. However, to their surprise, Chris remained quiet.

"Grandpa will never do that. I am his favorite grandchild since the very beginning," Chris asserted with a chuckle. He finished the alcohol again before plonking it on the table.

His phone's screen flashed, and upon checking the name, Chris inquired with a growl, "Who gave my number to Natalie?" He shot glares at both Peter and Thomas, suspecting them of mischief.

"We didn't do it," they both replied simultaneously, trying to deflect the blame.

Liam chimed in, reminding Chris, "Don't forget, she's known your father for a long time."

"Well, you are right," Chris said as he received his father's text informing him he gave his number to Natalie.

"Why on earth did this man do this? Why is he even texting me?" Chris grumbled, annoyed by his father's interference. He promptly rejected Natalie's call, deciding to block her number and put the phone aside.

"Natalie clearly likes you, and your dad probably thought it'd be a good match," Liam offered, pouring himself a glass of alcohol.

"If I were in Chris' shoes, I'd totally go for it," Thomas admitted with a grin.

Chris shrugged indifferently. "Then she's all yours, Thomas. She's just not my type. Make sure she stays away from me," he muttered.

Curiosity getting the better of them, Peter couldn't resist asking, "So, what is your type?" It was a question they had all been eager to know. Until now, Chris had been with countless women, and it seemed like none of those relationships meant much to him.

"That's a secret," Chris asserted, a smirk gracing his lips.

"Among us four, no such secrets exist," Thomas reminded him.

"However, this one should remain a secret," Chris affirmed.

Liam smiled to hear Chris' reply. "Is your type a gentle loving woman? Or a woman with grace, intelligence, passion to work, and ambition," he asked, arching his eyebrow at Chris.

"You are wrong," Chris replied. "A woman with ambition, passion- nay, I can't even imagine myself with someone like that. Such women are bossy and I hate being bossed around. I am the man of my rules and everyone around me must follow that," he stated while chuckling.

"Be watchful of your words, Chris. Who knows there is someone out there, who will boss you around. The famous bad boy may go weak for that one woman then," Liam stated with a grin.

"I make women go weak on their legs, not the otherwise," Chris declared proudly.

"Well, we would like to see you getting weak when such a woman appears in your life," Liam proclaimed and smiled.

Chris laughed at his remark when his phone rang. He checked it and found it was from his grandfather. He answered the call and brought it to his ear.

"Come home. I have an important matter to discuss about," Chris' grandfather said from the other side of the call before disconnecting the call.

"Well, I have to leave. See you all tomorrow," Chris said and reached near the door when it opened.

Natalie walked in while glaring at Chris. "Why did you block my number?" She questioned, frustration and anguish were evident on his face.

"Because my mind asked me to. Get away," Chris said when her scream stopped him. His three friends realized the situation was tense up.

"I love you, Chris. We were together for three months! Is this the way are you going to throw me away? You said I was the most beautiful woman in your eyes. Was that all a lie?" Natalie demanded answers while tears streamed down her cheeks.

Chris chuckled and started laughing, which confused Natalie. However, his three friends knew what Chris would say. He turned around and looked at Natalie.

"You forgot the most important part," Chris pronounced as he pulled the pendant which he gifted her a week ago, causing Natalie's face to come close to his.

"I am only interested in taking women to my bed. Love isn't my thing," Chris affirmed, a grim look formed on his grimace. He walked out of the door after pushing her away.

Natalie got infuriated as she watched Chris walk away, scowling at him, she said, "He's such a nasty player! I hope someday... someone could teach him a lesson at least!"

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