The Billionaire's Chosen Bride

Chapter 2

Charles Alejandro was at his hotel when he received the report that his chosen bride had finally arrived home.

He was eager to see Nancy, as his parents had been pressuring him to settle down since he was their only son and likely the future president. He had many enemies and inherited enemies too.

Charles had been at his company earlier in the morning before deciding to visit his hotel in the afternoon and spend time with any attractive lady there in the evening. It was no secret that he loved women, as he was a powerful man in AJ City, and most young ladies knew this and wanted to be with him.

Charles was a 30-year-old black man, very attractive, tall, masculine, with short black hair. His mother wouldn't let him rest, constantly urging him about marriage and even showing him photos of various women she had selected for him. But Charles wasn't interested in any of them, preferring his promiscuous lifestyle, much to his parents' disapproval.

“Charles! You need to stop hosting different ladies and bringing shame to our family. You're the president's son, and you need to act respectably for once. How do you feel knowing that almost half of the city's ladies have seen your nakedness?” his father asked him in the sitting room on the second floor as he sat on a black couch.

Charles smiled and replied, “Not half, Father. How could I possibly sleep with almost half of all the pretty ladies here? There are too many for me alone, and you know this.”

Seeing that his father wasn't smiling, Charles knew it was best to turn serious too.

His father replied, “Then you need to marry, Charles. Or else, I will seize every right you have and find someone competent to take over my wealth.”

“Hmm…” Charles frowned as his father warned him with blazing eyes and exited the second-floor sitting room to meet with his guests downstairs.

His mother stepped out of the elevator and walked into the sitting room to be with him.

She asked, “Charles… I don't understand why you're afraid of marriage?”

“Hmm, I'm not afraid of marriage, Mom,” Charles replied, as he took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit it, and smoked. The truth was that he hadn't yet found a woman he loved.

To him, most young ladies were cheats and gold-diggers. He had seen plenty of young ladies wanting to be with him, forgetting they had boyfriends or fiancés, and he didn't want a cheap woman as his wife. Finding the right woman who matched his choice of a bride had been difficult too.

“Then what's the problem, Charles? You haven't accepted any invitation that your father or I have offered you. Do you want us to choose a bride on your behalf, marry her, and bring her here for you?” his mother asked.

“No, Mother. I'm not interested in an arranged bride. Most young ladies are cheats and pretentious. Once they see that I am the one who wants to marry them, they will pretend to be nice and jump at the offer immediately. So, no.”

Charles shook his head, took a drag from his cigar, and puffed it into the air.

His mother frowned and replied, “No, Charles… That's what happens when you leave a responsible young lady to marry a playful person like yourself.”

“Mom…” Charles stared at his mother in shock and shook his head as he met her smiling gaze.

She was a 65-year-old black woman, standing in front of him in her long blue native gown, as she was a traditional woman too.

First Lady Kira Alejandro approached Charles, seated on the black couch, and said, “Here, Charles… I have these three photos of cute women for you to see. Choose who among them you like, as their families are well-respected and under your father's political party too.”

“Mom…” Charles couldn't believe that his mother was already holding three women's photos to her chest, waiting to show them to him at any opportunity.

His mother approached him again and showed him the three photos in her hands. She said, “Here, Charles, take a look.”

“Hmm…” Charles finally accepted the three photos from his mother's hands.

Charles held his cigar to his lips, wearing a black top, black leather trousers, and black boots, as he loved dressing in all-black clothing.

He stared at the first lady's photo at the top of the three. She was cute, a black-skinned lady with a round face and flat nose, but her big brown eyes shone seductively in the cute outdoor photo she had taken, wearing a simple pink crop-top and blue jeans.

Charles frowned, holding his cigar to his lips, and finally slid the photo to the next lady's photo to see her face. His eyes fell on a woman with blue eyes.

She was cute with a round face, sharp pointed nose, blue sparkling eyes, and rosy dimples on her chubby cheeks. Her lips were plump and full, enticing him to kiss her photo. Her long, sparkling golden hair glittered, making his jaw drop in admiration. She was wearing a white singlet top in the cute outdoor selfie she had taken.

Staring at her bare slender neck and the top of her slightly exposed bosom, Charles gulped and felt his muscles tense, wanting to kiss and touch every inch of her beautiful skin. He didn't know how long he had been staring at her photo until he heard his mother ask, “Charles… Do you like her?”

“Mom…” Charles finally snapped out of his trance.

He stared at his mother's face and met her smiling gaze.

Charles held his response back as he finally slid the photo to the last lady's photo to see her face too.

She was beautiful, a light-skinned young woman, but chubbier than the second lady. She didn't catch his eye or make his heart race like the second lady's photo had.

Charles finally swiped back to the second lady's photo and handed the other two photos back to his mother, asking, “Who is she, Mom?”

First Lady Kira Alejandro smiled and replied, “She's Nancy Marlon, Senator Logan Marlon's only daughter and child.”

“Hmm…” Charles hummed and finished smoking his cigarette.

His mother said, “I see that you like her, Charles. Not to worry, I will arrange with my assistant to send the marriage proposal to her family at once and let them know that you have chosen to marry their daughter.”

“Okay, Mom, but is she around? I would like to see her face. Does she really look like this photo? You know that most young ladies nowadays know how to edit their photos to look cute and very attractive,” Charles asked, as he continued staring at Nancy's photo in his hands.

His mother smiled at him and replied, “I don't know, Charles, but I will call her family to find out whether she's around or not. Once she's around, we will proceed with the wedding ceremony for you both.”

“Okay, Mom,” Charles smiled, not rejecting the topic of marriage.

He wanted Nancy; every fiber of his being wanted her.

Her lips, he wanted to kiss her photo, but he had to suppress his urge and allow his mother to leave him 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, he went to his luxury hotel over the weekend to see if he could find any cute lady there to distract him from thinking too much about Nancy as he awaited her return to the city. But none of the pretty hot ladies he saw moved his heart or made him want them like he wanted only one woman, and that was Nancy Marlon.

“Boss, our security men implanted in her father's security team have just called us to inform us that your chosen bride has returned to the city and is at her family home as we speak,” his personal assistant, Dennis Richard, informed him over the phone while he was in the presidential suite of his luxurious hotel.

Charles replied, “Prepare the car. We are leaving now for her father's mansion…”

“Okay, boss,” Dennis answered, and Charles immediately dismissed the pretty lady who was with him, feeling irritated and finding no pleasure. He only wanted to meet his chosen bride, the one his heart wanted and needed. So he exited the top floor of his luxurious hotel and went out to his parking lot, wearing a black suit and an inner red shirt.

Charles approached his car door, and his security men opened and shut the car door for him as soon as he got in. The car then drove out to Senator Logan Marlon's residence.