"No Comebacks"
Natsume Hyuuga liked women for that matter, he also liked Aberdeen Angus fillet steaks, medium rare with tosses-heart-of-lettuce salad, and he consumed with both equal if passing enjoyment.
If he ever felt a little peckish, he rang up the appropriate supplier and ordered what he needed to be sent round his penthouse. He could afford it, for he was a millionaire several times over, and that was in pounds sterling, which even in these troubled times are each worth about U.S dollars.
Like most rich and successful men, he had 3 lives his public, secret and professional life as the golden boy of Tokyo,
Within one year he had learned the rules of the game and more importantly hot to break them legally at the age of 23 he clinched his first solo deal a mere 50 000 profit inside 24 hours for a residential property,
His secret life was something else again and could be summed up in one word –Boredom- Natsume Hyuuga was bored out of his mind with the whole shooting match, the quip he had once coined
-Whatever Natsume wants Natsume gets-
Had become a sour joke, at 25 he was still handsome with his crimson eyes, Natsume sort of way physically fit but lonely
He was aware he wanted someone, not hundreds of them just someone and children by her and a place in the country called "home"
He was quite certain he would never meet her, when in the early summer he did, it was at a party in aid of some charity,
She was across the room listening to a small fat man with a large cigar to compensate. She was listening with a calm half smile that gave no indication whether she found the anecdote amusing or the antics of the short man who was trying to get an eyeful of her cleavage.
Natsume drifted across the room, and meet her.
Her name was Mikan Nogi the hand that took his was cool and long with perfect nails, the other holding what look like gin and tonic but turned out to be just tonic.