Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Miami, Florida
Rain washed over the town, blowing through the streets with hard rain to make the surface of the road slick. It was on a Saturday night like this that Tony didn't have a care in the world. He had retreated back to his yacht, his home far away from the business. The past several weeks, he had been spending more and more time alone in his isolated little world, while he allowed his younger brother to run the business. He could trust Steven, just as he knew deep down that many trusted Steven more than himself. Tony had been jealous most of his life, the usual sibling rivalry but it was beginning to wear off as he was approaching the age of 50. His hair was quickly fading to a silver gray, but he was finding the time to cover it up through hair gel.
Just two weeks ago, Salma had to leave Tony by himself before returning back to Hollywood and to a set of a movie. It was kinda funny to him, he was beginning to grow close to the woman. He who had not been married in so long and lived the life of a playboy, was beginning to wonder about settling down. During the time she was gone, he kept in contact with her through the phone. Weather it be talking or texting through messages, Tony managed to keep himself contained with no other women while Salma was gone. He was proud of himself, arrogantly feeling an accomplishment to stay with the same woman for a change. If all could well in the next year, he was wondering about possible retirement plans. He had his money at this point, and it was evident to him that Steven was running the club business. By now, all Tony wanted to handle was the money and the financial side of their family's business.
The other night, Salma had called him over the phone about arriving back in Miami. She was due tomorrow, he couldn't wait to see her again. He spent the last week at the golf course, meanwhile Steven was running the course with his boy: Tony Jr, or 'Antonio' as the young man went by in person. There was nothing he could complain about whatsoever. He knew his son seen eye to eye closer with his uncle, that was something Steven always had an edge on compared to him. He thought about them for a minute while he sat in the bed smoking a cigar. Leaning over to thump the tip into the ash tray before laying back and taking another puff. One day, his son would have the entire business all under his wraps. The lasting dynasty of nepotism through the family, just like Tony's own father had handed the keys to the kingdom over to him once he became old enough to understand life.
While laying in bed, he decided it was better off not to worry about them. Steven had things under control, even when it came to dirty deals to generate a good profit. He flipped through his smart phone, making sure he didn't have any unread text messages or emails that he may have missed earlier when he had dinner and some drinks with one of his bodyguards. After shoving the cigar down in the ash tray to rub out the lit end, he reached to turn off his lamp, ready to lay in bed. He placed the phone up on the night stand as usual, not a care in the world as he fell to sleep with the sound of thunder and rain from outside his yacht.
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1 DAY LATER
The rain did not slow down going into Sunday. Black skies remained over, filled with clouds and blocking all the sunlight. Tony had woke up in the afternoon and went on to doing his usual schedule around the home of his yacht. After having a late lunch, his phone went to ringing beside him at his desk. He seen that it was Salma and smiled as he went to answer it.
"Hey baby!"
"Hello Tony, guess who's back in town?"
"You, of course!"
She giggled through the phone before answering him.
"Yes, I am back. Just got off the plane about 30 minutes ago."
"Why didn't you call? I would have sent the limo for you."
"Cause I like to have a little bit of privacy! I've got something for you, so I have to tell you to drop whatever you're doing. No business, no phone calls or nothing. Today is Sunday, so get yourself prepared."
"What is it, you've got for me, Salma baby?"
"I can't tell you, it's a surprise! Just, get everything ready back at the yacht. All privacy, we don't need anyone to disturb us."
"You got it, babe."
"Good, now I'm on my way in the next hour, be looking out for me!"
He hung up the phone. Salma's arrival was rather abrupt and had caught him off guard for the day. Luckily it was Sunday and he wasn't doing anything, nothing serious for him to drop and call off. Salma would have his complete devoted attention no matter what, he would never say no to this woman so far. Their relationship was a healthy one and with her coming back in town, there was more room to grow for them. He left his office and went on to alert the bodyguards outside to watch for her arrival.
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1 HOUR LATER
The sky above still remained a texture of grey and with stormy clouds above, though the rain had slacked off at this point. Tony walked outside on the upper deck of the yacht, he wanted to watch out to the bridge connecting from the docks back to the boat. All he wore was a white button up shirt and some black pants. He remained barefoot, careless of the wet surface outside from the rain. He looked over his golden Rolex watch to see that it was approaching 3 PM on the clock. From the distance of the, the bright lights of a white car came pulling up. That had to be Salma, at least he thought to himself. The car came to a stop and then both doors opened.
Tony watched as a woman in dark hair stepped out of the car. There was no way he could mistake this woman as anyone besides Salma. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt. The other woman who stepped out of the car had on a white pair of pants and a matching white shirt. Her long hair was blonde and she looked vaguely familiar to him, but he could not tell from the distance. The blonde haired woman followed behind Salma as they approached the small bridge extended out connecting to the yacht. The bodyguards only glanced at Salma. After a couple weeks she spent with Tony before leaving, they had become used to her presence around them. She waved at him as her heels stomped and clacked up the bridge.
"Hey Tony, mi amor! I am back!"
"Salma darling, you've returned! I see you've brought someone with you!"
Indeed, yes!"
A grin formed over her face as she reached the top deck of the yacht. Standing close to him, she pushed her arms around him to give him a hug and a big kiss on the cheek. Tony smiled back at Salma before returning the kiss on the cheek. At the same time, her guest had stopped in her tracks and looked over him. Salma stepped back, allowing him to see her friend.
"Tony, this is a friend of mine in town who wanted to see you. I'm sure you're familiar with Shakira, yes?"
His eyes looked up at the beautiful face while he thought to himself: Shakira, the singer? Before he could say anything, the blonde haired woman giggled and spoke in her Latin accent.
"Hello Tony, I've heard a lot about you. I once partied with your brother Steven some years back, it was a long time ago at this point."
"Oh, you partied with Steven? When was that?"
"Back in 2004, I think. I had a party for an album release down here, your brother helped set up security and was nothing but a gentleman about the gig. It's a shame I haven't got the chance to speak to him in years, but I wanted to meet you for a change. You're quite famous in Miami."
Salma moved over, taking Shakira by her hand as the two looked back at each other. Salma couldn't help but smile at Tony. This was the 'surprise' she was speaking of over the phone. Tony grinned. He loved it when a woman stroked his ego, especially when he was reminded how famous he was in town. Salma spoke next.
"I figured you would be in the mood for some entertainment tonight, Tony. I know you've been lonely without me."
Shakira laughed, running her hand over his arm as she glanced back over at Salma and spoke to her friend.
"I've heard quite the stories over the years about this man! He loves entertainment and parties, even according to his own brother!"
