Let it be noted that I've only ever been irresponsible a total of three times in my life.

And as I looked at the sleeping man beside me, I could only change that number to four.

He is sinfully gorgeous, that much is a fact. I don't know why he thought I was worthy of his time, but I'm glad he spoke to me. Not that I don't think that I'm beautiful or anything, but men like him are the kind you find dating a supermodel.

Hell, he looks like a model himself.

I thought back to the previous night and all I could do was smile. Anastasia's boyfriend needed her for something, so she had to leave. She left even before we could go to clubbing, but with the way my night ended, I'm glad we didn't go.

I frowned when I realized that I didn't know this man's name. Our conversation had just flowed so naturally that I guess we didn't pick up that we didn't know each other's names. In the moment it didn't matter though. I was clouded by the butterflies in my stomach.

I blushed, thinking about our time here at the hotel. I don't know where the boldness came from to even suggest that we come here, but once we were here, it didn't matter anymore. I just wanted him to kiss me again.

And one thing led to another, and now here we are.

I got up, wrapping one of the sheets around me as I looked for my phone. When I found it, my eyes widened. I had three hours before my flight. I quickly gathered my stuff and silently left the room to go and get dressed in the lounge. When I was done, with my heels in my hand, I returned the sheet to the room.

He was still fast asleep, and I couldn't help but just stare at him. He is a beautiful person, inside and out, even though he told me that people don't like him. I don't know why they wouldn't. He's charming, he's funny, he's sensitive and he's caring.

Or at least that's what I picked up from our time together.

I looked around for a pen and paper, and I was lucky to find a notepad and pen with the hotel's logo on it. I quickly wrote down a note for him because I didn't want to wake him up. I put the note on the side table before bravely kissing his forehead. He sighed and smiled, making me smile to myself before I walked out of the hotel room.

I put my shoes on and headed to the elevator. Once it opened, it revealed two beautiful women who seemed to be stressed about something.

"I'm going to kill him," the brunette said angrily.

"Babe, you need to calm down. He's probably safe and we're worrying for nothing," the blonde said.

"This is Cuba we're talking about Ingrid. There's no telling what he's done," the brunette argued.

Cuba?

"Excuse me, did you just Cuba?" I asked her.

She looked at me weirdly. "Yes, why?"

"As in Cuba Diaz? Ricardo Diaz' grandson?" I asked.

"Yes. Do you know where he is?" she asked.

"No, but I've been trying to reach him all week," I replied.

"You're London?" they both asked.

"Wait! So he got my messages?" I counter asked.

They nodded before the brunette spoke. "He's crushed that he couldn't make it, but someone tried to kill him. He was hospitalized the same day that he called to say he was coming. By the time he woke up, you'd already left the voicemail with the sad news. We arrived last night, but now we don't know where he is."

"Someone tried to kill him?" I asked, eyes wide.

"Yes, but he's recovering. He was drugged and poisoned, hence our worry. He needs to eat and take his meds," the blonde explained.

"Well, I'm heading back to his grandfather's house now. You can come with me. Maybe he's there," I offered.

"Thanks. We're Lana Ramirez and Ingrid Lanier by the way. I'm his best friend and Ingrid is my girlfriend and his PR Manager," Lana introduced.

"London Simmons," I replied with a smile.

We headed out and I realized that the hotel was close to Mr Diaz' house, so we walked there. My feet were killing me by now, but I ignored the pain as I opened up the house. Everything was as I left it, but there was no one else here.

"He's not here," I told them.

Ingrid sighed. "I think we should just give him some space. He'll come back when he's ready to. Besides, he knows this place better than we do, so maybe he's gone to visit some special place."

"I agree with Ingrid. Just give him some time. I can't even imagine what he must be feeling having missed out on seeing his grandfather," I commented.

"You took care of his grandfather right?" Lana asked me, to which I nodded.

"If you don't mind me asking, why?" she asked.

"It's no problem. I met him at the market and he was struggling to breathe. I helped him and he recognized me. He and my parents were friends, so I called my father who then confirmed this. I also found out that Mr Diaz lived alone. I explained the situation to my father and we both agreed that he needed someone to stay with him. Since I'm on vacation, I figured why not, so I moved in. He didn't argue, and I got to take care of him for a month, but his health had already deteriorated immensely, so there was only so much I could do," I explained.

"You took care of a dying man on your vacation? Why?" Ingrid asked, looking genuinely curious.

I shrugged. "He didn't have anyone. Even if he wasn't friends with my parents I would've still done it. No one deserves to die alone."

"That was incredibly kind of you. I'm sure Cuba will appreciate it. Hopefully you'll be able to meet him," Lana said.

"Unfortunately I don't think I'll be able to. I'm leaving in the next two hours or so," I informed.

"Leaving? Are you heading home?" Ingrid asked.

"Yep! My vacation time is over, so now I need to go and figure my life out back in SA," I responded.

"SA?" they asked.

"South Africa," I replied.

Lana beamed. "Which part?"

"Johannesburg," I informed, curious about her enthusiasm.

"That's cool. My mom's from the Free State," she said.

"Really? Do you come to South Africa a lot?" I asked.

"Not really. She left her family behind, so they don't really have much of a relationship. I've been there on vacation and business, but never really for family," she replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. Well, I need to get ready to leave, but you guys are more than welcome to sit here and wait to see if Cuba does come," I offered.

"Thanks," Lana said.

"Before you go, can I ask what you were doing at the hotel?" Ingrid asked.

I blushed. "I sort of had my first ever one night stand with an amazing god of a man and I had to leave before he woke up because of my flight."

"Look at that blush! If he's so amazing, why are you leaving without at least finding out if there's something there?" Lana asked.

I laughed. "Oh, there's something there alright, but I mean, men like him don't fall for girls like me. Besides, I really need to get home and see if my best friend has returned yet. When I left, she'd just disappeared."

"Did you at least leave the guy a note?" Ingrid asked.

"Yeah I did. I thanked him for an amazing night and wished him luck with the rest of his life. I also told him not to be afraid to open up to people. I think that's a good note right?" I asked unsurely.

Lana laughed. "If it makes sense to him, then sure. I still think you should've at least woken him up. It's rare to meet someone who makes you blush that hard. I bet you get butterflies just thinking about him."

I hated that she was right.

"I'm not doing this with you," I said, making them laugh as I headed towards the bathroom.

I took a quick shower before getting dressed in a pair of jeans, a tank top and my Converses. I grabbed a jacket just in case I would need it. I packed up the last of my things after doing my hair and makeup before heading to the lounge. Ingrid was on the phone before she let out a sound of frustration.

"Still can't reach him?" I asked.

She sighed. "Nope! His phone is off, so he doesn't even know that we're trying to reach him."

"Well, I need to leave now, but please give him my number. You can tell him that he can call me about anything and I'll gladly talk to him," I said as I wrote my number on a piece of paper.

"And here I thought you'd already met the man of your dreams," Lana taunted.

Once again I blushed. "This isn't even like that. I don't even know what Cuba looks like. I'm just being friendly by offering an ear and hypothetical shoulder to cry on."

"Mhmm," they said, smiling.

"It was lovely meeting you both. You can save my number too and if you ever decide to come to Johannesburg, then you can give me a call and we'll have a girl's night out," I offered.

"You're such a sweetheart," Lana commented.

"What she means is thank you. We'll take you up on that offer," Ingrid said.

I laughed and hugged them both before the cab I called for arrived. I had two suitcases with me, which they helped me put into the cab before I hugged them once again. I requested that they let me know once they find Cuba, and they agreed.

I was worried about him. I really couldn't begin to think about what he was going through, especially since on top of everything, someone tried to kill him. How much can one man go through in such a small space of time?

As we drove to the airport, my thoughts drifted back to the previous night. My encounter with that man is the kind you only read about in books. It's what I think would be the beginnings of a fling if ever I decided to have one.

I didn't really learn much about him since our conversation included a little bit of everything, but I did learn that he loves reading, cooking and watching the stock market. He even admitted to being a fan of romantic comedies, and I found it cute that he'd admitted such a thing.

The stock market part had me confused, but he explained that he works in the corporate world. I asked him about his truest passion, and he confessed that he'd always wanted to build things. He only went into the corporate world in the name of taking over the family business.

We finally reached the airport and after getting a trolley to push my bags, I headed towards the gate where I needed to be. I waited for a few minutes before they started checking us in. I found my seat and got settled in.

The flight was long and I used it to catch up on my sleep. I woke up mid flight and decided to work on my business idea. I still had no idea what my parents and brother would have to say about it. It's way out of anything I've ever done or spoken about doing.

But my passion found me while I was on vacation.

The whole point of this vacation was to find myself and find my next path, and I have. I still have a lot of research to do, but now that Mr Diaz had given me the funding, it meant that I had one less thing to worry about.

I had different ideas running through my mind, and I was actually excited about everything. It would definitely be hard work on my part, especially since I'm clueless about this particular industry, but I was willing to give it a shot.

If not for me, then for the one person who believed I could.

By the time I landed at OR Tambo International Airport, it was dark outside. It was two in the morning, and I wasn't sure who would be fetching me from the airport. I was more than happy to see one of my girl friends, Connie waving at me.

"Hey! I was worried no one would fetch me," I said as I hugged her.

"Your parents are jet lagged, so they asked me to fetch you. I figured you'd rather have me fetch you than Wyatt," she joked.

I laughed. "Don't even give me heart palpitations like that."

"So? How was your trip?" she asked once we were on our way to my apartment.

"Where do I even begin? It was so amazing Con. I had an incredible time, despite the downer at the end," I replied.

"Oh yeah, your parents told me about the old man you were taking care of. I'm so sorry. I know how you are once you care about someone," she said.

"It's weird. I feel like I've lost a close family member. He was such an extraordinary man, and I wish I'd met him much earlier. He's taught me so much about the world and about myself," I told her.

"Yourself? How?" she asked curiously.

"He helped me to find myself, but he also made me realize things that I probably wouldn't have without his guidance. I'm a changed person Con," I responded.

"I hope that's not necessarily a bad thing," she commented.

I laughed. "I doubt it. I think it's just a different side of me, but I'm still the same person."

"Well, I want to hear all about it. I think we should organize a girl's night out. We can call Pearl and Claudia. I'm sure they're just as curious to find out what exactly it is you got up to," she said.

"I don't mind, but I'm guessing Fifi's not back?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Her phone's still off. Her uncle came and took the body. JR attended the funeral with us before he left."

"He did?" I asked, surprised. My brother didn't share that information.

"Yeah. He said he was there representing Fifi. I don't know why that boy doesn't just admit that he's in love with her," she commented.

You see? Everyone sees it.

"Right? He's so frustrating," I said.

"If they're meant to be, then we can only hope that they find their way to each other. This is just one of those things that has to work itself out," she pointed out.

I was in total agreement. We finalized our night out plans as we got closer to my apartment. Since it was so late, or early rather, she helped me bring my bags up before heading back to her apartment. I need to get her something as a thank you for fetching me at such an odd time.

I was tired, but I wasn't sleepy. Unpacking was out of the question, so I settled for working. I took my laptop out and plugged it into the charger, before heading to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee while my phone was switching on.

As soon as it was switched on, some messages came flooding in. I was surprised to see the messages from Lana and Ingrid, but I was glad once I opened them- Cuba was ok. I had a voicemail waiting for me, so I went to listen to it.

"Uh, hi. It's Cuba. So I missed you by an hour according to Lana and Ingrid. They only have good things to say about you, but I've learnt that that's actually the case with everyone who tells me anything about you. Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you. Mrs Felucca told me that my grandfather's funeral was beautiful. I guess I should send my condolences to you too. I truly had no idea that you cared so greatly for him. I'm glad he had someone like you at his side. Please give my regards to your parents too. I'm not sure what else to say other than thank you. I don't know if you have my number or not, but this is it. Thanks again."

I didn't expect it to be Cuba. I didn't think he would contact me to begin with. You know sometimes you just do something because it is the courteous thing to do, but you don't actually think anything will come of it? This was one of those things.

I didn't respond immediately, simply because I wasn't sure what to say. I checked the time there and found that it was one in the morning. I was doubtful that he'd even be awake, but I had to call before I could chicken out.

"Hey," he replied and I froze.

"London?" he called.

"Uh, hi," I said before clearing my throat.

He laughed a little. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm ok. I've just arrived back at my place and I didn't expect to find a message from you," I explained.

"Was I not supposed to call? You left your number," he pointed out.

"I know, I know. I left it as a courtesy," I admitted.

He laughed, this time full on. "And you didn't think that I'd take you up on the offer?"

"No, I didn't. How are you though? Are you holding up?" I asked.

He sighed. "It's tough honestly, especially being in the house. Lana and Ingrid are asleep, but I can't sleep. I'm plagued by so many things."

"They told me that someone tried to kill you. What's up with that?" I asked. I was distracting him from thinking about Mr Diaz.

"I have no clue. I've had many wild nights out before, but none of them ended the way that night ended. I don't even remember anything from the night, and it turns out I was a completely different person. I just wish I understood the purpose of killing me. What does the person stand to gain from my death?" he questioned.

"You can't think of anyone who would gain anything from your death?" I asked.

"There's this weasel at work who's after my CEO position, but I doubt he would have the guts to pull off something like getting me killed. Besides my work, I don't really have anything else worth killing for. I mean, I don't even have a will, so if they were killing me for money, they wouldn't get far. My assets would probably be split between my family members across the world," he explained.

"That's just weird. Do you have any enemies?" I questioned.

"With the kind of person I am, I probably do. The sad part is that I don't know who could hate me so much to kill me, and which crime of mine would they be killing me for," he replied.

"You live an adventurous life Mr Diaz," I teased.

"I wish it was adventurous. Adventurous definitely sounds a hell of a lot better than dangerous," he argued.

"Hey, look at it this way. You're still alive, and you have a chance to find out what it is you did wrong and you can learn from it," I advised.

"I guess. Right now, my biggest problem is giving up alcohol and drugs without having to check into a rehabilitation centre," he informed.

"Alcohol? Drugs?" I asked.

"You really don't know who I am, do you?" he asked.

"Nope, and now that question has me curious. Why are you battling alcohol and drugs?" I asked.

"It's the lifestyle I've lived. It's what drove my grandfather and I apart," he replied.

"So what you're saying is that you want to change?" I asked.

"Well yeah. I owe it to him and to myself. I mean, it's because of this lifestyle that I was able to be drugged and poisoned in the first place," he pointed out.

"The way I see it, your grandfather should be enough motivation for you to quit," I offered.

I was met by silence for a few seconds. "I didn't think of it that way."

"He really just wanted the best for you Cuba. Make him and yourself proud," I told him.

"Thanks for that. I needed it. You solved a problem for me, and I guess it's now up to me to stick with it. Anyway, you're probably tired, so let me let you go to bed," he said.

I didn't mention that I wasn't sleepy. "Yeah, I probably should."

"Thank you for everything once again London. My grandfather was truly lucky to have you," he said.

"It was my pleasure. I would've done it for anyone really. Friends?" I questioned.

"You'd be friends with me even after everything he told you about me?" he asked.

"None of it was bad, which I'm probably sure is what you believe. He only had good things to say. Like I said, he just wanted you to be the man he believed you could be," I replied.

I was met by silence again. "If we're going to be friends, can I ask a favour from you?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Please don't look me up," he requested.

I scowled even if he couldn't see me. "Ok, but why not?"

"You don't know the person I've been, and I guess I'd like you to befriend the person I want to be. I don't know if that makes sense," he responded.

"It makes total sense. I promise not to look you up. I can even give you a different name if you'd like?" I offered.

He laughed. "You can be the honorary person to call me by my second name which is Laz."

"Your name is Cuba Laz Diaz? That's so cool! I got stuck with a boring second name," I complained, making him laugh.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Nope! I'm not telling you," I replied.

"Oh come on. I promise not to laugh," he said.

"It's Dori," I mumbled.

From the booming laughter, it was clear that he'd heard me. "Your name is London Dori Simmons?"

"You promised you wouldn't laugh," I pointed out.

"And then you said Dori," he countered, still laughing.

"I hate you. I should just look you up right now so that I know what monster I'm dealing with," I mock threatened.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry I laughed. I promise to make it up to you, but please don't look me up," he said, his laughter dying down.

"Hmm, I don't know. What could you possibly get me to forgive such a heinous crime?" I asked.

"Name it and I'll get it," he said.

"What if I wanted an island?" I tested.

"Done! Which country?" he asked.

My eyes widened. "Wait what?"

"I'm sure there's some little island out there that I don't even have to pay for. It should be enough to fit one person, like those that you see cartoons stranded on," he joked.

"Seriously, I hate you," I said once I realized what he was talking about.

"You didn't specify the size of the island," he argued.

"No one thinks of the island that you just did when they're talking about an island," I countered.

He laughed. "And my out of the box thinking is why I'm as successful as I am."

I mock gasped. "It's because you've conned people!"

"What? No! It's because I outsmarted them," he denied.

"Mhmm, sure it is. This just widened your possible killer pool a little," I said, giggling.

"Don't even joke about that. I'm still not sure how I feel about almost dying. I'm a horrible person, but I'm not ready to die either," he said.

"Well, I have the answer for you. You should feel really grateful to be alive. After all, if you were dead, you wouldn't owe me an island," I joked.

His laughter boomed once more. "Oh Dori, thank you for making me laugh. I needed that."

"I hate you. I'm hanging up now," I told him.

"Goodnight Dori. Have sweet dreams," he said.

"Goodnight Laz. Have horrible nightmares," I replied before hanging up.

I had a stupid smile on my face, but there was something nagging at me.

Cuba sounded a whole lot like the guy I slept with.