"Just for fun"

Bruce Louis, he was one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and green eyes. He was also extremely wealthy, the heir to a successful business empire. The CEO and founder of louis autos, one of the world's must established and successful car making industry. he was known for being a player, a man who enjoyed the company of many beautiful women. you couldn't blame him, his face was sculpted like that of Zeus, he had the dream body, a six pack and abbs. (Beep_Beep) His alarm rang continuously, he tried to shut it up by pushing it to the ground. everything was peaceful again and then his phone began to ring. he couldn't ignore it anymore, he opened his eyes and then glance at the screen. "Wtf!! why is Karla calling me?!" he answered the call. "Yes Karla!?" he said while trying to go back to sleep. "Good morning sir, I'm sure you had a lovely night and-" "could you get to the point!?" he interupted her. "Alright sir, the meeting which was supposed to be held a week ago and you kept on postponing it-." "oh yes, I remember, it's in a weeks time right?" he interupted again. "Actually sir, it's today, everyone's waiting for you sir, we were supposed to begin Three hours ago." And then it finally hit him. "What?!" he exclaimed. "I can't believe I overslept! I must have been more exhausted than I thought." He rushed around the room, getting dressed and cursing himself for being so irresponsible. He knew he had to get to that meeting - it was an important deal, and he couldn't afford to miss it. He threw on a suit, not even bothering to tie his tie properly, and dashed out the door. He got into his car and sped off, not even bothering to apologize to the woman he'd just left behind. His mind was only on one thing - getting to the office. He sat down at his desk, trying to exude an air of authority despite the fact that he felt like he'd just been through a whirlwind. His employees greeted him with nervous smiles, clearly sensing that something was off. But he wasn't about to let them know that he'd been running late because he'd overslept. That would be far too embarrassing. "Let's get started," he said gruffly. "I'm sure you all know why we're here." He watched as his employees shifted nervously in their seats. He could tell they were all on edge, but he didn't care. He just acted like he was never late. He cleared his throat and began to speak, trying to sound as confident and sure of himself as possible. "As you all know, we're in the process of trying to secure a new client. And I'm sure you're all aware of how important this is for the company. So I expect everyone to be on their A-game for this meeting." He paused, looking around the room. "Is that understood?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. There was a murmur of assent from the assembled employees. He continued, "Good. Now, let's go over the details of the meeting and make sure we are able to get it done. He went on to lay out the specifics of the meeting, trying to sound confident and knowledgeable. But inside, he was still reeling from his morning mishap. He couldn't believe he'd been so irresponsible, especially on such an important day. But he couldn't let his employees know that, so he put on his best poker face and tried to focus on the meeting. But it was hard. His mind kept wandering back to the events of the morning. How had he ended up in bed with that woman? And why couldn't he remember anything about what had happened. He forced himself to focus on the meeting, but he could feel his thoughts racing. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Something wasn't right. And he couldn't ignore it. The meeting went on, and he did his best to keep his attention on the matter at hand. But his mind kept drifting back to the woman from that morning. He couldn't get her out of his head. He needed to know more about her, about what had happened. And he needed to know as soon as possible. But he couldn't leave the meeting, not without raising suspicion. After what felt like an eternity, the meeting finally came to an end. The employees filed out of the room, leaving him alone at the table. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He needed to find out more about that woman, he has had dozens of one night stands, why was she so different?. He thought about calling her, but he had no idea what her number was. And he couldn't exactly ask his employees for it. He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling stressed and frustrated. He needed a plan, and he needed it fast. But what was he going to do. he decided to call his close friend Micheal,they were childhood friends and have been together through thick and thin. "That's a tough situation," Michael said, his voice sounding concerned. "It sounds like you're really struggling. Have you thought about why you're so fixated on her? Maybe there's something more to it than just a one-night stand." He paused, thinking about Michael's words. "I don't know," he said finally. "I just can't stop thinking about her. I need to know more about her. I need to find out what happened that night." Michael was silent for a moment, and then he spoke again. "What if I can help you find out?" he asked. " "Well, even if you don't have her number, maybe there are other ways to find out more about her," Michael said. "What if we try looking her up online? Or we could check social media. Maybe we'll get lucky and find her profile. Have you tried that?" "No, I haven't," he said, feeling a bit sheepish. "I've been so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't even think of that." "That's understandable," Michael said. "When we're caught up in our own heads, it's hard to see the obvious solutions. But let's try.After hours of searching, they had found nothing. No trace of the woman anywhere. Michael suggested that maybe she just didn't have a presence online, that maybe she was just someone who kept a low profile. But he could tell that his friend was getting more and more frustrated. "I need to know," he said, his voice sounding desperate. "I need to understand what happened. I can't move on until I know." Michael hesitated, not sure what to say. He knew how important this was to his friend, but he wasn't sure how to help. "Maybe," he said slowly, "we need to The words hung in the air between them, heavy and full of disappointment. The silence was broken only by the sound of his friend's heavy sigh. "Maybe you're right," he said finally. "Maybe it wasn't meant to be. But I just can't stop thinking about her." "I know," Michael said softly. "I wish there was something I could do to help you, but I'm not sure what else to suggest." "I know," he said. "I just need to find a way to move on." Michael was silent for a moment, then he spoke again. "Maybe you should. you're one of the hottest guys in New York City. get back to your game." Bruce goes back to his ways and work goes well too. making his millions and bedding a new woman every night seem too good to stop.