Chapter 2.

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

He was eager to see Nancy, as his parents had been urging him to settle down since he was their only son and the likely 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 potentially get intimate with a cute lady there in the evening. It was no secret that he loved the company of women, as he was a powerful man in A.J Country, and many young ladies knew of him and desired to be intimate with him.

Charles is a 30-year-old Black man, and he is very attractive, tall, masculine, and has short black hair. His mother wouldn't let him rest, as she kept disturbing him about marriage and even showing him photos of ladies she had selected for him to choose from. But Charles wasn't interested in any of them, as he preferred his promiscuous lifestyle, which his parents were against.

"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 respectable for once. Or how do you feel when almost half the city's ladies have all seen your nakedness?" His father asked him inside the sitting room on the second floor as he sat on a black couch.

Charles smiled and replied, "Not half, father. How can I possibly sleep with almost half of all the pretty ladies here? They're too many for me alone, and you know this."

Seeing that his father wasn't smiling with him, Charles knew it was best to turn his face stern as well.

His father replied, "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 his father warned him with blazing eyes and exited the second-floor sitting room to meet with his guests.

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

She asked him, "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 the end, and started smoking. The truth was that he hadn't yet seen a woman he was in love with.

Most young ladies struck him as cheats and gold-diggers. He had seen plenty of them wanting to be intimate with him, even forgetting they had boyfriends or fiancés. He didn't want a cheap woman to become his wife, and finding the right woman who matched his standards had been difficult.

"Then what's the problem, Charles, as you haven't accepted any invitation that your father or I offer to you? Or do you want us to go ahead and choose a bride on your behalf, and marry her, and bring her here for you?" His mother asked him.

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

Charles shook his head and took another drag from his cigar, puffing the smoke into the air.

His mother frowned and replied, "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.

She is a 65-year-old Black woman, and she stood regal, before him in her long blue native gown, as she's a traditional woman.

First Lady Kira Alejandro approached Charles, seated on the black couch, and said, "Here, Charles... I have these three cute women's photos for you to see. Their families are well-respected and under your father's political party."

"Mom..." Charles couldn't believe his mother was already holding three women's photos, waiting to show them to him.

His mother approached him again and showed him the three women's photos in her hands. She said, "Here, Charles, take a look."

"Fine..." Charles finally accepted the three women's photos from his mother's hands. He held his cigar to his lips as he wore a black top, black leather trousers, and his black boots, as he loved dressing in all-black clothing.

Charles stared at the first lady's photo at the top of the three. She was cute, a Black woman with a round face, flat nose, and big brown eyes that shone seductively in the cute outdoor photo, wearing a simple pink crop-top and blue jeans.

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

She was cute with a round face, sharp pointed nose, blue sparkling eyes, and rosy dimples on her chubby cheeks. Her full lips and long, sparkling golden hair were enticing. She wore a white singlet top in the cute outdoor selfie.

Staring at her bare, slender neck and the top of her slightly exposed bosom, Charles felt his muscles harden, and he wanted to kiss and lick 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 snapped out of his trance and stared at his mother's smiling face.

He held his response back as he slid the photo to the last lady's photo to see her face too. She was beautiful, a fair-skinned young woman, but more chubby than the second lady, and she didn't catch his eyes the way the second lady had.

Charles swiped the photo back to the second lady's photo and handed the two other women's photos back to his mother, asking, "Who's she, Mom?"

First Lady Kira 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. Don't 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 in person, as you know most young ladies nowadays know how to edit their photos to look cute and very attractive," Charles asked, continuing to stare 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. And once she's around, we will proceed with the wedding ceremony of you both."

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

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 then stood up from the sitting room's black couch 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 woman 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 seemed to move his heart or make him want her like he wanted only one woman - Nancy Marlon.

"Boss, our security men implanted in Nancy's father's security team have just called me now 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 to her father's mansion."

"Okay, boss," Dennis answered, and Charles immediately dismissed the pretty lady who was pleasuring him, feeling irritated and unsatisfied. He only wanted to meet his chosen bride, the one his heart wanted and needed. He exited the top floor of his luxurious hotel, wearing a black suit and inner red shirt, and went to his car.

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