Jakes Jacobs p.o.v

They shared a lot in life, from their childhoods to practically identical family histories, treachery, and affluence. As they celebrated yet another achievement together, he was sitting on the soft velvet sofa in a navy blue colour. His best friend and business partner Johnson Jones was also there. Both of them relished their wealth and knew how to spend it responsibly; they were accustomed to luxuries such as name-brand suits, perfumes, and accommodations; and because they were both attractive billionaires, they could have any woman they desired. In reference to women, all of the charming and gorgeous creatures that God made but which were nothing more than an illusion. All of them were stunning witches, but they were always looking for something more to satisfy them. They were ungrateful witches because if you offer them money, they will ask for beautiful looks, and if you have both, they will become greedy for physical satisfaction.

It's not that he just made all of these things up in his head; it all started at home. His mother was the first person to show him this side of what women really were; he still remembered how, one day, he saw his mother with her lover on the bed he shared with his parents. It was shocking for him to witness his mother with anybody other than his own father, and although he tried to tell his father about what he saw, he was unable to do so. However, his father finally found out about it on his own and was devastated by the news. He was just shutting himself up in his room and not communicating with anyone else. He still remembered that day when his father had finally opened the door, he had quickly rushed to see if he was okay, he was sitting on his bed looking at his hands, when Jakes sat beside him, he suddenly looked at his son and said, "Jakes, I know there might be a woman who knows what loyalty is but as I have experienced women are never satisfied, remember my son no matter how beautiful a woman is never give her the power to rule your heart, there is no queen I gave him a mournful hug and whispered in his ear, "I love you, Dad. Isn't that enough? He embraced me back tightly and said, "I am sorry son, forgive me but I can't endure it any more. That night, I slept clutching him, only to find him on the floor the next morning." After killing his unfaithful wife, he took his own life, but not before leaving behind a note and a few legal documents for his son.

“The letter of apology” it stated, and then I read it further “ I Jacob Davies am writing this letter of apology to the one who was created with love of two people, who looked so perfect together, but unfortunately it wasn’t love, it was just greed for money for one, I am sorry my son, I die every day just thinking about the woman i loved in someone else’s arms, the images haunts me day and night, but i am selfish, i will not let her go so taking her with me at a place where she wouldn’t have any other man, I am sorry for doing this to you and depriving you from both of your parents. I love you, you're a tough guy and I know that you'll be able to make it through this challenge. Your loving father, Jacob Davies."

Since that day forward, I have made a solemn vow to abstain from love and to just appreciate a woman's body. In these most recent years, it has been demonstrated without a reasonable doubt that women are nothing more than gold diggers. They should be showered with money, and then you should take advantage of their body before moving on to the next victim. Do not engage dumb love in it. When he looked at his close buddy, he had the notion, "This man Johnson is different; I think, somewhere in his heart, he still believes in love." He attempted to enlighten Johnson's eyes to the fact that love does not exist, but Johnson's spirit still yearned for that unbreakable tie; I pray that he is able to see reason. He revealed to him the real Barbara, and ever since then, Johnson has not been engaged with other women and has learned to control his emotions. However, he can have a very tender heart at other times, and his aunt Catherine has always had a soft spot for him. Their names began with the

same letter, and their parents were friends growing up. One day, a kid named Ben who was also their buddy growing up contacted them and said, "Hey, you two JJs — want to sample some handmade pizza?" "My mother prepares pizzas that are out of this world." I made a joke about how one day we are going to create our own business called JJ and CO, and that you are going to send us meals from your restaurant. This made him pleased, and on that same day, we committed to keeping our word. Ben's untimely death was the result of an accident.

I had completely forgotten about it, but Johnson, being the emotional one, recalls everything. Aside from his being a sensitive person he was intelligent too, aunt Catherine was an incredible and skilled cook; the mere notion of her handmade cuisine made me hungry, and I was anxiously awaiting pizza. After a while, there was a knock at the door, and Alison, our secretary, announced that "your pizza woman is here." "Pizza woman," I muttered out loud, and Johnson and I joked that we hoped she was hot. The door opened, and a woman wearing an oversized jacket and a cap that barely showed her face walked through it. What caught my eye was the pizza, so I barged into her thoughts and asked her to serve us pizza. She might have been mesmerised by the office, and in her haste, her hot pizza bag caused her cap to fall, and then it happened. She was stunningly gorgeous with striking features, and the light from the chandelier was dazzling her face, but she had covered her body with the ridiculous jacket. Her black and lovely hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she was beautiful overall.

It was not that i was seeing a beautiful face for the first time, I have had my fair share of women over these past years, tall, short, brunette, blonds, Italian, Russian even Indian but she looked appealing and by her posture and features I knew she might be having an amazing body under that ridiculous oversized jacket and that's what i was interested in, a nice body that’s what women were for right? To be admired for their body, yes i sounded like a manipulative player, but that what i had become, show them a little charm, fool around with them, make them feel beautiful, cherished and desired, woo them into your bed, take pleasure from their beautiful body, after you shower them with your wealth while they keep you entertain, they will cry a little to show that they can't live without you but give them a cheque as a parting gift and they will gladly open their legs for someone else.