Growing up in Miami is like living in a dream. The city is full of palm trees, hot beaches, and, most of all, the beautiful ocean that makes you never want to leave. You always had a bit more money than most people, not a millionaire, but you lived in a big house with a large pool and a big backyard.

In college, you didn’t focus much on your studies. Like many other students, you enjoyed Miami's nightlife with its parties and beaches, especially where all the rich and handsome men were. You were lucky to meet Manuel, a hot and super rich Hispanic man, at one of these parties. You married him when you were just 20 and he was 24. Manuel is like a dream come true. He’s playful, handsome, rich, and loves you from head to toe, literally.

Another sweltering day found you and Manuel at the beach once more. With mid-summer in full swing and Manuel free from his company's work, nothing could deter you from your seaside retreat. Knowing his dislike for the chaos of large, noisy families, Manuel had booked a private spot, ensuring a peaceful sanctuary where you could both relax without any disturbances.

After a refreshing dip in the ocean, the two of you stretched out on the double sun bed, shaded by a canopy. The atmosphere was calm, with the sun's warmth enveloping your skin as your husband lay beside you. His large, veiny hand traced gentle patterns along your leg, a soothing touch as he talks to you.

"And that bastard had the nerve to refuse," Manuel recounted, a hint of incredulous laughter in his voice. "Imagine that, telling me no. I'm a CEO with far more pressing matters to attend to. If it's really important, he should contact my secretary. But he said no. To me!"

He laughed, the sound edged with sarcastic amusement.