Chapter 2: Leonard Darkwood

LEO'S POV

WHAT makes a man an Alpha male?

Money, fame, power … an insatiable appetite to always dominate?

I had it all, I had everything that was befitting for me to naturally be an Alpha male put genetics aside.

I was the type of man every woman wanted, the type that doesn't have to do much before getting attention from the crowd.

There was no other place for me than at the heart of Oakwood. It had the best view at sunset just as the Real Estate Agent had said while extorting me for money I didn't really care about.

I paid extravagantly for almost everything and one could only blame it on my expensive taste for life.

Like the last piece of a puzzle, Arts was a perfect fit when it came to spending large and taking a walk down my hallway

No matter how expensive it was or where it might be in any part of the world, I wouldn't mind paying for it as it was one thing I loved: collecting artworks.

I had been in search of a good nudist painter when a friend recommended her to me, I had seen the picture in his room and had been attracted to it almost immediately.

I poured myself half a glass of Vodka after dropping the call.

Normally, Martini was my drink of choice but I had eyed it slightly while it layed close to the whiskey before opting for the Vodka.

I reached for the decanter and then filled a tumbler half full.

I could be a womanizer maybe but definitely not a drunkard, I drank only when I was having a brainStorm and this happens to be one of those moments.

I had taken the number from my friend and had concluded that the number on the business card most definitely had to be a male since it had both "Sam." And "Edgerton."

To my surprise a female voice replied to me, I had stayed silent for a while hoping she would pass the phone to her boss but apparently she was the boss herself and drew an apology out of myself.

I walked out to the balcony with the drink still in my hands, I remembered I had to call my secretary to book the appointment I just had as I didn't know if I had any scheduled and she did just that, moving the meeting I had for later.

Of late the pressure they had been mounting on me to have a mate was going over the board with me, at thirty years they had expected that I should be settled by now.

At first I had taken everything they said with a pinch of salt just the same way I did with everything else, it was not until later I started paying attention,

Just the previous day, I had gotten a call from my mother that she had found a suitable maid for me.

I had laughed at this so hard at first till I could sense how embarrassing I was making her, so to pacify her, I made a promise to her that I would talk to them when I get back.

The chatter around the mansion was low as I walked back toward my room, soft music played somewhere around the house.

The soft lighting from the moonlight sparkled off the glass view of the city

I didn’t know how it had happened, but I was on my third cup of Vodka and was starting to feel light and drunk.

Lolled into a sense of warmth and complacency, I knew it would be wise for to get to bed as k wouldn't want them taking advantage of my subtle self while drunk so I walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower before falling to the bed just in my towel as I was spent and tired.

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The ticking of the clock brought my soul that had drifted away into the dream world back to my body, I glanced at the time and could see that I was already one hour behind me.

I rolled out my bed and walked toward the bathroom all butt ass naked as the the towel I had used the previous night had long been discarded.

I flossed my teeth before brushing then had a good warm bath.

Hours later I was downstairs at dinner having a good meal, I knew in a matter of time the painter would soon be here so I ate my food quickly before standing up to leave to get everything ready.

It was exciting with myself thinking of how everything would all go down, it was exciting I couldn't deny it.

I had hardly reached my door when one of the guards came to inform me that she was already around.

If truth be told I must say her punctuality was quite impressive .

I had expected for her a bit late but there she was as they had said in my living room.

I walked down the stairs to the living room. Slowly, she appeared to show quite an interest in my artworks hanging on the wall.

I could see her running finger in one of the artworks, most probably feeling the texture.

Walking toward her I was careful not to make a sound as I reached where she was.

She was startled seeing me so close to her, and almost bumped into me before then.

"You are Sam Edgerton right?"

"Yeah, and you are Leonard Darkwood?" I guess.

"Nice meeting you."

"So when can we start?" She asked me.

"Right now." I replied.

"Alright then let's get going." I side as I made for the door.

The beautiful face of this artist crowded my mind again and again.

The brief moment when we saw each other had been magical.

I had to admit to myself "Sam Edgerton." Was a very beautiful woman and most certainly she was someone I wanted to have to myself.