Chapter 1: Parents of the Wolf

Ever had that feeling of when your eyes meet a certain person across the room and your heart grows a mind of its own and begins to beat fast? Knowing that you'd love to talk to them and say high and spark up a conversation, but just moving in their direction felt like the most impossible thing ever? Many people, including the author of this story has went through this before, and quite frankly, many people can find this relatable.

Many people sure, but Chawmen wasn't many people. Whenever he saw a beautiful woman across the room that he knew he could get, he just needed to have her. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. After just mere seconds of thinking of what decision to make, the final answer was just that - final. To go back against his own decision felt as if he was fighting against his answer, so whenever he mentally noted "I am going to talk to this woman and get her number," there was no turning back. And the best part? Chawmen, the man himself, was captivating; over six feet, broad shoulders, a defined jawline, and amazingly pinched eyebrows with narrow eyes that'd make any hormonal female shake in their pants. It also helped that he was very toned and had a beautiful, sparkling curly afro that fell to his shoulders.

That was him.

Arriving in a public area - no matter how little or how small - meant that he was going to inevitably get a pair of a woman's eyes coming his way, and maybe even a few men's that went the other way. As much as he loved the attention, he was focused on one of the few people that had her mind elsewhere.

Chawmen's black eyes wouldn't leave the woman who was buying black coffee at the little cafe shop early in the morning. She was 5 feet, 11 inches, long legs with a small and petite behind that most men would die to have in their bed for just one night. Once she flipped her long, wavy hair behind her shoulders, he got a good look at the natural dimples on the cheek of her face. That was it. He needed to meet her.

"Hello….earth to Chawmen."

Chawmen turned around to face the woman he was on a date with. She had her hands in his peripheral, snapping, but it wasn't until she called his name that she managed to get his attention.

"Yeah?"

"You got the tab, right? For our breakfast?"

"Oh." Chawmen began to chuckle as he started curling the back of his head with the tip of his index finger. "I forgot, haha."

The woman he was with grew hot in the face at the fact that he couldn't at least pay the tab, but that cheesy grin of his was just too hard to not resist. "Fine," she huffed. Digging into her bag, she grabbed her wallet and pulled out the last of her money. Once she placed the money down on the table with a minor tip, she got up from the chair. "You know you're going to owe me, right?"

"Tonight?" Chawmen grinned.

She winked and clicked her tongue. "Damn right. Need a ride back home?"

Chawmen looked away for a moment, his eyes darting all over the place desperately in search for the woman who had caught him earlier. Seeing she was in the very back drinking coffee and reading a book, he had a subtle smile that went unnoticed by his date. "Yeah, but allow me to go relieve myself first."

"K, I'll be in the car."

Chawmen got up on his feet and began to stall for a minute by fixing his shirt, pants, and bending down to re-tie his shoes. By the time he was done, the lady was in the car, waiting as she began to go over her make-up. Seeing the light was as green as it could ever be, Chawmen walked over to the bathroom.

As he approached the restroom, he stared hard at the young, fine lady reading a book. She glanced at him, but didn't get a good look at his face as he headed into the bathroom.

She simply minded her business and kept reading.

Once Chawmen came out, he didn't hold anything back at all. He sat right down at the table across from her and stuck his hand out.

"Chawmen. How ya doin'?"

She didn't think anything of a simple hand at first, but subsequent to removing her reading glasses and getting a good look at his face, she was rather stunned that she was approached by him. A man with such good looks, was destined to become a model just as she was doing. It wasn't very often in her line of work that men looking as great as him would approach her, a woman working her way up on the ladder in the big business.

That smile. That was what got her.

As if a pull was forcing her to reach her hand out for him, both of their hands interlocked.

"Kao," she introduced herself. "Pung Kao."

The amount of effort that the average joe needed to put in order to look minimally decent on a date would seem desperate to other people - especially those who were naturally good-looking. Chawmen, despite his irresistible allure put one hundred percent effort into looking decent for the night. Despite wearing casual wear, it just made him pop out a lot more; he wore a basic white t-shirt with folded sleeves and a dark blue jean jacket with some black denim pants and pristine white sneakers with a dark red color on the mid-soles. He put his curly hair into a pony tail and even went out of his own way to meet up with one of his other side pieces so that she could fix his face with a wax and even gave him a slit on the eyebrow. And this wasn't even counting the shining jewelry he had on his ears and wrist.

Nevertheless, Chawmen was dressed up to the point that if looks could kill, he'd have committed genocide by now. As he stood in front of the mirror, checking out his face and rubbing on his chin, a rang from the living room sounded out. Knowing it could be one of his twenty ladies calling him. He went to the phone, picked it up, and asked, "Hello?"

One thing about Chawmen; he never assumed the name of any female while on the phone due to the fact he was talking to so many. He kept a mental note of what they each sounded like and it all just clicked. But even still, his brain could be wrong at times so he just kept shut.

"Hey, Chawmen, you still up for tonight?"

Chawmen paused briefly and gave it some thought.

It was already evening with the moon out on the horizon, ready to bask the world in its pure beauty, which meant that this woman who took him out on a little date earlier was expecting him to come very soon. He very much wanted to repay the favor in form of sexual intercourse, for she was the best he ever had - though not only that but she gave him all sorts of gifts, too - mostly in the form of money.

But even still, there was something about this Kung Pao.

Chawmen, as always, had to work his way around altering plans because there were a lot of times where another thing with another female would come up - sometimes five at one time. And the great thing about it was that he had the best excuses.

"Baby, my great great uncle's son's cousin on my mama's side is having a real bad time with dementia right now and he's being taken care of. I need to go in and see him for a while - show support you know? I may be late, okay?"

Most the time all it took was a simple lie, but at other times, a lie needed to be added on top the primary lie in order to truly said it. So when the woman over the phone said, "Well, I can go over to the hospital - bring some food, drinks, and show my support, too. You know I'd do anything to get on your good side - especially show love to your family."

Chawmen didn't speak to any of his brothers or sisters - not once he moved out anyway. He was always so focused on women and himself that he pretty much ostracized himself from his own family. Truth be told, his great great uncle's son's cousin probably didn't even exist for all he knew. Regardless, this wasn't a game that he was playing - all of it was chess; and Chawmen was in it to win.

"Babe, it's not at the hospital. It's at his wife's home all the way by the border of Yahhoi. You're far enough from me enough as is already and I don't want to burden you by having you bring all sorts of gifts. I appreciate the thought - I really do, but you don't have to, seriously."

A brief moment of silence came up on the other end. Chawmen was capable of reading all types of women like a book - even when they weren't face to face. The fact that she went silent meant that she was upset, though Chawmen didn't know her well enough to tell exactly just how upset she was. After all, he only met this woman a month ago. Just as he began to open his mouth to put the nail in the coffin, she responded with, "Alright. Just take care of yourself, okay? I hope you can make it back in time so that I can wake up to you lying next to me."

Chawmen had to stifle a chuckle. "Yeah, you've got it. Love you."

"I love you, too."

After the click of the house phone indicated that the call was over, Chawmen grabbed a few mints on the counter and the keys to the brand new car that was delivered over to his house as a present from his least favorite side-girl.

By the time that he made it outside, he saw this young woman standing next to a covered area where people tended to wait for the bus. Chawmen could just tell as he looked from behind that it was her - the one and only. As soon as Chawmen came down the steps of his marvelous apartment, a smile came upon her face. Chawmen mirrored her facial expression, which only drove the female to blush.

She was wearing a nice polka dot sun dress with nice high-heels that showed off her long model legs as well as part of her thighs. And greatest of her, she curled her hair, which was now down to her shoulders. She approached Chawmen and stuck her hand out. "Good to see you, Chawmen."

Chawmen frozed for a bit and feigned shock. Pung, confused, looked on in a bit of worry. "Something the matter?"

Chawmen just went in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I don't know about you, but where I'm from, men and women great each other with affection - especially if the man is before a beautiful woman such as yourself."

This only caused Pung's cheeks to get redder. She looked around, clutching on her purse, as if she was looking for something. Her fingers constantly tapped and she wiggle her leg slightly - almost enough to the point where she could trip over her heel and fall. Chawmen read her body language like a book and noticed that she was nervous. "You don't go on many dates, do you?"

Pung scoffed with a subtle fit of laughter before replying, "No, this is my first actually..."

First?

That was all he needed to know.

Chawmen looked over to the vehicle outside and motioned her over. She stood still, looking perplexed as Chawmen opened the driver's door. Before he got in, he turned his head and asked her, "What's wrong? You get motion sickness or something?"

She rose her finger to the grey colored vehicle and almost stuttered. "I thought you said that you didn't have a car."

Chawmen grinned. "Well, I didn't...until earlier today. Now hop in. I got a great spot we can go to."

All Chawmen needed to know was that this was her first date. She seemed civilized yet her shyness was also an indication of her not going out much or even hanging out with many friends. If anything, Chawmen felt that she must have only understood romance through magazines, television shows, and other media. And all those showed was people going on dinner dates, going to movies, or taking walks in the park.

He wasn't going for any of that, though.

Chawmen and Pung began their evening by going to a drive thru to get some food prior to going to a skating ring, where he taught her how to skate, which was very funny. In just an hour, she was trying to dance around like a ballerina, which they both got great laughs out of, too. Right after, they grabbed some ice cream as they were on the way to a baseball game, where he managed to get front row seats without a problem.

They left in the middle of the game and did karaoke prior to getting a couple drinks and just driving around, listening to music.

Doing a multitude of activities in one day was the best way Chawmen knew how to loosen someone up - especially a female he just met. It didn't take hard for Pung to show the real her - a soulful female who just wanted to have a great time and laugh a lot. The dimples that showed on her face every time her natural pink luscious lips curled into a smile sent a chill down Chawmen's spine.

The more time they spent together, the more and more he felt like he wanted - no - needed her.

Just as Chawmen was outside her house, which was a small apartment in comparison to his, though nothing dirty, he asked her, "Would you like to watch a movie with me inside?"

Pung really wanted to, but had to get up early because she had to do a few commercials that were rather small time. Regardless, people in the industry took it very seriously and appreciated punctuality. As much as she'd love to have him over, she needed to head out. "Aww, I would love to, but I can't! I've got work tomorrow morning'..."

Chawmen's smile softened. "Yeah, right, I forgot - the commerical." He really wanted to go in and just hang out, though. The thought of sex didn't occur to him until now because he was thinking about the fact that he didn't want anything else other than her company - for the innocence that she put on display was virtually tantalizing. But it was then that his lust came over him - and his hopes of using her in the future. "Well..." he leaned over for a kiss. Pung noticed it at the last moment and turned her head just in time for her cheeks to be met with his soft lips. Chawmen snickered a bit as he came back. "How about that?"

Pung was hot red. The last time she had a kiss on the cheek by anyone other than her parents was by a boy 3 years younger than her when she was 11. She was hot red then and she was now. But it didn't mean that she didn't like Chawmen any less. He was really sweet and straightforward with the fact that he took genuine interest in her.

But just when she thought Chawmen couldn't be more direct and honest, he came out with this: "You're a really sweet girl, you know. Miss Kao - Pung Kao - you stepped out your comfort zone just to hang out with me and that tells me that you're interested. Now I don't say we should go steady now but just know that if things keep going the way they are, then I just might have to stop talking to every other female out there and focus solely on you."

Pung didn't know what to say at first.

He just openly admitted that he was dating other women.

But what else could she expect? She had guys looking and taking interest in her all the time, yet was either too scared, repulsed, or nervous to do anything with them. Chawmen had this calming and alluring vibe surrounding him, so it just made sense that he'd have people pursuing him as well. A part of her felt that they could form something as well if they were to go steady.

And despite the fact that it was way too early to tell.

Pung felt like this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

And being the young girl that she was, she had to take it.

"Well, I say you drop all those women now and focus on me. We don't have to go steady but we can see how it goes...?"

Chawmen fell silent for a moment. This caused Pung to grow nervous, but once the three lettered word, "Yes" came from him mouth, she was put in high spirits. She leaned over, gave him a quick peck on the lips and then got out the car to head home.

As he watched her walk back home, Chawmen let out a deep sigh. Sure enough, she didn't hold promising valuables like all the other females he messed with, but there was something different about her that he liked. He could actually have his attention on her and not worry about anything else - not gifts or sex. Her personality was so vibrant and unlike all the other promiscuous females that he just couldn't help it.

One thing about Chawmen was that most the women he looked into was older and more established - which was why he got a lot, but this one? She was young, most definitely a virgin, and just pure soothing energy.

"I need to have her."

But thinking he could just knock his nature down and start an entirely different lifestyle was far too much to ask of himself.

Instinctively, without even thinking about it, he drove up to a house that was not his own, invited himself in, walked up the stairs to a dimly red lit room with rose pedals on the bed, looking directly at a woman who only had the sheets covering the lower half of his body. Pung crossed his mind briefly and made him stop taking his shirt off. He stood there, staring at the woman for a good three minutes before he went back into pilot mode.

Chawmen climbed into the bed and woke up the woman with a nice surprise.