The Billionaire's Chosen Bride

CHAPTER 2

Charles Alejandro was at his hotel when he got the report that his chosen bride, Nancy, had finally returned home.

He was so eager to see Nancy, as his parents had been disturbing him to settle down. Since he's their only son, he has a lot of enemies and inherited enemies too.

Charles was at his company earlier, before he decided to visit his hotel and get intimate with any attractive woman there. It was no secret that he loved the company of women, as he was a powerful man in their state, and most young ladies knew this and wanted to get intimate with him.

Charles is a 30-year-old black man. He is very handsome, tall, masculine, and has short black wavy hair. But his mother wouldn't allow him to rest, as she kept on disturbing him about marriage and showing him various photos of some cute ladies that she had selected for him to choose from.

But Charles wasn't interested in these ladies, as he preferred his promiscuous lifestyle. However, his parents were totally against it, as his father warned him, "Charles! You need to stop hosting different women outside there, and bringing shame to our family. You're the president's son by title, and you need to act respectable for once. Or how do you feel like when almost half of the city women here have all seen your nakedness?"

Charles smiled as his father asked him in the sitting room of the second floor of their white villa. As he sat on a black couch, he replied, "Not half, father. How can I possibly sleep with almost half of all the pretty women here? They're too many for me alone, and you know this."

"Hmm..." His father's eyes narrowed at him, and he warned, "Then you need to marry, Charles. Or else, I will seize every right that you have and look for someone competent to take over my wealth."

"Hmm..." Charles frowned as he heard his father's warning. And his father finally left him and exited the sitting room as he went downstairs to meet with his guests.

"Charles..." His mother walked into the sitting room to meet him, and she asked him, "Charles... I don't understand why you're afraid of marriage?"

"I'm not afraid of marriage, Mom," Charles replied as he took out a cigarette from his trouser side pocket and lit the end to smoke. The truth was that he hasn't yet seen any woman that he's in love with, as most young ladies are cheats and gold-diggers to him. So he believes, as he has seen plenty of young ladies wanting to get intimate with him and forgetting that they have a boyfriend or fiancée.

"Then what's the problem, Charles? As you have refused to any invitation that your father or I offered to you? Or do you want us to choose a bride on your behalf, and marry her, and bring her here for you?" His mother asked him, but Charles immediately replied, "No, mother. I'm not interested in any arranged bride... Most young ladies are cheats and pretentious human beings... And once they see that I am the one whom wants to marry them... They will pretend to be nice to me and jump at the offer at once. So no..."

Charles shook his head and pulled a drag out of his cigarette, as he puffed it into the air. And his mother frowned, and replied to him, "No, Charles... That's when you leave a responsible young lady to marry a prostitute like yourself..."

"Mom..." Charles stared at his mother in shock and shook his head. As he met her smiling gaze at him.

First Lady Kira Alejandro is a 65-year-old black woman. And she stood in front of Charles in her long blue native gown, as she's a traditional woman too.

She approached Charles, who was seated on the sitting room black couch, and she said to him, "Here, Charles... I have these three cute women's photos for you to see who among them that you like, as their families are well respected and under your father's political party too."

"Mom..." Charles frowned, as he couldn't believe that his mother was already holding three women's photos to her chest, and waiting to show it to him at any given opportunity.

His mother approached him more, and said, "Here, Charles, take a look."

She handed over the three women's photos to him, and Charles sighed and finally accepted the three women's photos from his mother's hands.

He held his cigar smoking to his lips, as he was wearing a black top, black leather trousers, and black boots, as he loves dressing in all-black clothing.

Charles stared at the three women's photos in his hands, and his gaze fell on the first lady's photo at the top. She was cute, a black lady with a round face, flat nose, but with the way her big brown eyes shone seductively in the cute outdoor photo that she had snapped, in a simple pink crop-top and blue jeans.

Charles frowned as he held his cigar smoking on his lips. He slid the photo to the next lady's photo to see her face, and his eyes fell on a pair of blue eyes.

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

Staring at her bare slender neck and the top of her slightly exposed bosom, Charles gulped, and felt his muscles hardening for him to kiss and lick every inch of her beautiful yellow skin. As he didn't know how long he had been staring at her photo, until he heard his mother ask him, "Charles... Do you like her?"

"Mom..." Charles finally snapped out of his trance. And he stared at his mother, but he held his response back and he finally slid the photo to the last lady's photo to see her face too.

She was beautiful, a yellow young woman, but more chubby than the second lady. As she didn't seem to catch his eyes, nor to make his heart racing like how he wanted the second lady in the photo.

Charles finally swiped the third lady's photo back to the second lady's photo, and he handed the two other young women's photos back to his mother's hands, and asked her, "Who's she, Mom?"

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

"Hmm..." Charles smiled, as he finished smoking his cigarette.

His mother said to him, "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 to let them know that you have finally chosen to marry their daughter."

"Okay, Mom. But is she around? As I will like to see her face?... Does she really look cute like in this photo? As you know that most young ladies nowadays know how to edit their photos to look cute and very attractive too?" 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? But once she's around, we will proceed with the wedding ceremony of you both."

"Okay, Mom," Charles smiled, as this time, he didn't reject the topic of marriage. As he wanted Nancy. Every fiber of his body 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 sitting room couch and he went back upstairs to his bedroom on the third floor, holding Nancy's photo. As he took her photo along with him, and into his bedroom too.

As he placed it safely on his headboard, not after kissing her photo.

One month later, Charles went to his luxury hotel over the weekend, to see if he could find any attractive woman there to make him stop thinking too much about Nancy, as he awaited her return to the city. But none of the pretty, hot ladies that he was seeing there seemed to move his heart, nor make him hard and wanting her, like how he only wanted one woman - Nancy Marlon.

"Boss, our security men whom were implanted in her father's security team, have called to inform us that your chosen bride has finally arrived in the city. And she's in her family home as we speak now," his personal assistant, named Dennis Richard, informed him through the telephone, as he was in the presidential suite of his luxurious hotel.

"Prepare the car. We will be leaving now to her father's mansion..." Charles replied, and he immediately got the pretty lady who was pleasuring him away. As he felt irritated and no pleasure, since he only wanted to meet with his chosen bride, his heart's desire.

And he exited the top floor of the presidential suite of his luxurious hotel and went outside to the parking lot.

Charles was wearing a black suit with an inner red shirt. And he approached his car door, while his stationed security men opened and shut the car door closed for him. As soon as he got into his car, the car finally drove out to Senator Logan Marlon's residence.