The Billionaire's Chosen Bride

Chapter 2; His choice

Charles Alejandro received the news that his chosen bride had finally made it home, he was at his hotel.

Being their only son and, most likely, the future president, his parents had been pressuring him to settle down, so he was very excited to see Nancy. He has a lot of enemies, including the ones he inherited.

Before deciding to go to his hotel in the afternoon and have s*x with any attractive woman there in the evening, Charles spent the morning at his company. Since he is a powerful man in AJ City and most young women knew about him and wanted to sleep with him, there was no news of him loving the women.

Charles is a thirty-year-old black man with short black hair on his head who is tall, masculine, and very attractive. His mother would not let him sleep because she was constantly bugging him about getting married and even showing him pictures of various women she had chosen for him to choose from. Although his parents strongly opposed his lifestyle, Charles preferred his promiscuous lifestyle and had no interest in any of the women.

"Charles! You must quit embarrassing our family by entertaining other women. You should, for once, behave honorably since you are the president's son. Or how do you feel now that nearly half of the local women have witnessed your nudity?" Charles was sitting on a black couch in the second-floor sitting room when his father cautioned.

With a smile, Charles answered, "Not half, father. How am I going to have s*x with nearly half of the attractive women here? You are aware that I cannot handle them all.

noticing that his dad was not sharing his smile. Charles also knew it was best to keep his face rigid.

In response, his father said, "You must wed Charles. If not, I will take away all of your rights and find a worthy successor to my fortune."

"Huhmm." As his father gave him a warning with fiery eyes, Charles scowled and watch his father left the sitting room on the second floor. He went to meet his guests downstairs.

After his father exited the elevator, his mother entered the living room to join him.

"Charles," she said to him. "I am baffled as to why you fear getting married."

"Well, mom, I am not scared of getting married." Charles responded, pulling a cigarette from the side pocket of his trousers to light it and puff on it. The fact is that he has not yet laid eyes on a woman he loves.

To him, most young women are gold-diggers and cheaters. Charles thinks so because he is seen a lot of young women who want to sleep with him. Additionally, he did not want to marry a cheap woman, and they also had a boyfriend or fiancée. Finding the ideal woman who agreed with his choice has also proven to be challenging.

"So, Charles, what is the issue since you have not accepted any invitations from me or your father? Alternatively, would you like us to select a bride for you, marry her, and bring her here?" His mom questioned him.

"No mom. An arranged bride is not something I am interested in. Given that the majority of young women are conceited and dishonest people, When they realize I am the one who wants to wed them... They will act like they are being kind to me and immediately accept the offer. Therefore, no."

Charles took a drag from his cigar and blew it into the air after shaking his head.

His mom scowled and told him, "No, Charles. That is when you leave a responsible young woman to wed a prostitute like you."

"Mum." Charles gasped and shook his head as his mother smiled at him.

She is a 65-year-old black woman who stood in front of him, and dressed in a long blue native gown because she is also a traditionalist.

Charles was sitting on the black couch when First Lady Kira Alejandro came up to him and said, "Here, Charles. I have included pictures of these three attractive women so you can choose the one you like best because their families are well-respected and belong to the same political party as your father."

"Mum." Charles was shocked to learn that his mother already had three women's pictures on her chest and was ready to show them to him whenever she felt like it.

His mother came up to him once more and held up the pictures of the three women. “Here, Charles, look at this,” she said.

"Huhmm." At last, Charles took the pictures of the three women from his mother.

Wearing a black top, black leather pants, and black boots, Charles held his cigar to his lips while smoking. He enjoys dressing entirely in black.

Charles gazed at the topmost image of the first lady among the three women. She was also attractive; she was a black woman with a round face and a flat nose, but in the adorable outdoor photo she had taken, her large brown eyes gleamed sensuously. wearing a basic pair of blue jeans and a pink crop top.

At last, Charles slid the picture to the next woman's picture to see her face, scowling and holding his cigar to his lips as his gaze landed on a woman with blue eyes.

Her blue sparkling eyes, sharp pointed nose, round face, and rosy dimples on her plump cheeks made her charming. She was tempting him to kiss her photo because her lips were full and plump. She had long, golden hair that was glistening and left him speechless. In the adorable outdoor selfie she took, she was sporting a white singlet top.

gazing at the top of her slightly bare bosom and her slender, bare neck. Charles swallowed and felt his muscles tensing up so he could lick and kiss every square inch of her stunning yellow skin. He was staring at her picture for an unknown amount of time when he heard his mother ask, "Charles, do you like her?"

"Mom." At last, Charles jolted out of his reverie.

He looked into his mother's face, and she looked back at him with a smile.

Charles refrained from responding until he had finally slid the picture to the final woman's picture so he could see her face as well.

She was a gorgeous young lady with yellow skin, but she was plumper than the second lady in the picture. Additionally, she did not seem to grab his attention or make his heart race the way the second lady's picture had.

"Who is she, mom?" Charles asked his mother after showing her the photos of the other two women, then swiped the image back to the second one.

With a smile, first lady Kira Alejandro said, "Her name is Nancy Marlon. Senator Logan, only daughter and child.”

“Hmm…" Charles hummed as he finished smoking his cigarette.

His mother commented, "I see you like her, Charles. Not to worry, I will arrange with my assistant to send the marriage proposal to her family right away. and to inform them of your decision to wed their daughter at last."

"Okay, mom, but is she still around as I would like to see her face? Is she really as she appears in this photo? As you are aware, most young ladies nowadays understand how to edit their photos to make them look cute and attractive." Charles inquired, his gaze remaining fixed on Nancy's photograph in his hand.

His mother smiled and said, "I do not know Charles, but I will call her family to see if she is around. And once she arrives, we will start the wedding ceremony for you both."

"Okay, Mom," Charles smiled, not dismissing the topic of marriage.

He desired Nancy with all of his being.

He wanted to kiss her photo, but he had to restrain himself and let his mother leave first.

Charles finally stood up from the black couch in the sitting room and went upstairs to his bedroom on the third floor, taking Nancy's photo with him.

One month later, Charles went to his luxury hotel over the weekend to see if he could find a cute lady to distract him from thinking about Nancy while he waited for her return to the city. However, he was only interested in one woman, "Nancy Marlon," and none of the attractive women he was seeing seemed to touch his heart or make him want her.

"Hey boss," While Charles was in the presidential suite of his opulent hotel, his personal assistant Dennis Richard relayed to him over the phone, "Our security men implanted in Nancy father's security team have just called us now to inform us that your chosen bride has finally returned to the city and in her family home as we speak."

“Set up the car,” Charles said. "We are currently heading to her father's estate."

Dennis replied, "Okay, boss," and Charles grabbed the attractive woman who was sucking his d**k off right away because he was annoyed and did not feel pleasure. Additionally, he only desired to meet his selected bride. His heart needs and desires. So, dressed in a black suit with an inner red suit shirt, Charles left the top floor of his opulent hotel and headed out to his parking lot.

When Charles got close to his car door, his security guards pulled it shut for him. As soon as he was inside, the vehicle traveled to Senator Logan Marlon's resident.