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I am Vitoria Lucas, a hot, beautiful and sassy business entrepreneur who is currently friends with socialites and high-class society groups/people including Peter and Joan. Most especially Peter Tyrell who is one of my clients who always buy real estates and condominium units from me. I had a one night stand with him one time when we were both invited to a dinner party for Forbes Magazine. It was a memorable and amazing night of my life with Peter who I am deeply in love with. He didn't recognize me but I was his best friend who he always defended when we were young at school and in church. We were both legionnaires and loved to hike, play football and eat Cheerios. Growing up as Mexican children migrating to the U.S. wasn't really pretty since we were often discriminated and treated as second class or worthless citizens. But Peter is a confident boy who never gave up to reach for his dreams to become one of the richest man in the U.S. Which after several years, proved to many that he can be what he wanted his life to be, wealthy, famous and handsome as AF. Hmm...anyway, I followed his footsteps since he is my idol and best friend.

But I only came close to him on being rich and just a millionaire compared to his multi-million dollar companies and assets. I never liked Joan since she is a hindrance to my seducing and hooking Peter to getting one of the richest man in the world or my childhood friend, to desire me like a man lusting, craving for a sexy woman to be his forever, amongst the other women who have been wanting to climb the ladder of success using tycoons and multi-millionaire men or women of Titan Club. I have managed to be friends with Peter and Joan who I will be meeting for a luncheon this coming Saturday.

And it's a nuisance that I need to face that nameless and brainless b*tch. She was Peter's puppet and was found on a gutter by accident one night. Peter and I was about to go home from a cruise benefit dinner, when a remnants of a plane crash was found on the sea where we were about to head to his beach front home. I asked Peter to just call 911 and let them handle the situation professionally but he insisted to take a peek. And there he found Joan, the name he picked from his mind so that the woman all bloodied and has cracked head can be identified. We helped Joan and some other passengers, about four in total who survived the crash and brought them to the nearest hospital.

Oh!, it's already Friday and what should I wear? Better buy new ones or what!, I thought while driving across New York's busy end of the weekday night. TGIF!, I messaged Peter about tomorrow and he sent a smiley which made my heart flutter and get excited for the luncheon.

Hmm....that Joan is making my head hurt and as if I wanted to strangle her so she can just disappear in the world, Peter and I's world, so I can have my man for myself. But then, Peter decided to marry that woman imposter. Haaa...stop Vitoria, you will ruin your make up and it's a good day to go shopping, so free yourself from bad vibes and shop it all away.. And I almost zeroed out my balance for the day as I shopped my heart out because I was so damn pretty yet angry of Joan for ruining my mood just remembering her innocent b*tchy face and her sweet fake smiles....Uhhhhh! I hate her, I screamed inside my red BMW car while driving at about 200 mph on the freeway from Victoria's Secret going to Manhattan. I stopped for a couple of minutes to breathe and compose myself from hating Joan, and smiled at my front view mirror to erase her from my mind then geared my convertible gently and drove off like a maniac to home. Why can't I just accept that Joan is Peter's wife and I am his close friend who will never have the chance to be with him ever again!, Vitoria thought that painfully scarred her heart and hurt her ego.

Meanwhile, Joan kept on biting her tongue which made her playfully ask me to tell her a number to count the alphabet and know who is the one thinking or talking about her. I gave her random numbers and laughingly watch how she counts the letters on her fingers until she gives out the name of the person thinking of her. I found it odd but funny and we both laughed on how silly this day has been. I felt better and about to go home when Joan invited me to a luncheon tomorrow. I told Lillian to come but she had an appointment with someone and I wanted to surprise her that I finally found Leila. But maybe it's not yet the right time to let her know about Leila or Joan. Anyway, Joan wanted to buy clothes and she asked if I could accompany her. Peter left us after breakfast and Joan as her own credit card and money so she can buy anything she wants and even buy her own island, if she wanted to, because that's how filthy rich, she and her husband are.

Thinking about how the situation between Leila and I changed. She is more confident, happy and content now that she has someone who truly loves her in spite of her not knowing her true identity. Peter didn't want to know her real self and he didn't insist on investigating Leila's past nor her background. It's seem unimportant to him. And I like that noble character of this man, whom Joan fell in love with. I have high respects of Peter, more than I can ever imagine liking or allowing myself to be involved with a business competitor. It's really because of Leila or Joan who opened my eyes and see that there are rich people who are genuinely kind and generous, and Peter is one of them who I wanted to get to know better, especially his friends and business partners. I have accepted his invitation to become business partners in a cruise line company named PJM.

He wanted to use his, Joan's and my name to complete the company logo and I liked it. I wanted to tell him about Joan or Leila's past and who she really was but there's a voice telling me not to divulge her true identity unless he asks it from me personally. I bet he already did a personal investigation on Joan or Leila's background or past. I'm sure he already knows about her and her past. As a rich and influential man he knows he need to secure his assets and his money. He needs to protect his name and his credibility that a mere woman can ruin her life's work and worth. But Joan or Leila is a good woman and she is not a social climber nor a worthless person. She is a gem and a wonderful friend, who I miss so much and who I want to be with always. I miss her company and her sweetness. Ahhh...how I wish I can turn back time and fulfill my dreams with her. How I wish I can do that but it's too late now. I don't want to ruin her life. I have never seen her so happy and excited to live her day every day, and it's so fun to be with her now than before.

Okay!, where will we go first?, I asked Joan while we were driving at Bloomingdale's and Tiffany's. She insisted to go somewhere elegant but not too expensive. Actually she can buy at these expensive stores but refuses to do that since she says that either she already had those or Peter had already bought them for her. Peter is a wonderful guy after all. I envy him and I don't see any reason to dislike the man, damn! He is perfect!, I told myself while looking for a store down Rodeo Drive.

Instead, Joan asked to stop at an ice cream shop and said that she's a little hungry. So we looked for parking and got us some ice cream.

Joan told me stories on how Peter found him at sea from a plane crash accident that happened six years ago. He was adamant in helping her and though she knows that she is not from New York and that she felt she has a daughter. Joan wanted to know about her past more than ever, while tears started to gush from her eyes, now. I told her that I know a lot about her and her past but I will only pick some details for her to chew on. Giving her all information about her past might confuse her and might ruin her currently being good natured and all now.

Joan agreed and gave me a smile, telling me that she is relieved to have bumped on me after all.