Chapter 2: His Choice

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

He was eager to see Nancy, as his parents had been disturbing him to settle down. He was their only son and, more than likely, the future president. He had many enemies, and inherited enemies.

Charles had been at his company earlier in the morning, before he decided to visit his hotel in the afternoon to spend time with any attractive woman there in the evening.

It was no secret that he loved women. He was a powerful man in AJ City, and most young ladies knew and wanted to get intimate with him.

Charles was a 30-year-old black man, very attractive, tall, masculine, with short black hair.

His mother wouldn't allow him to rest. She kept disturbing him about marriage and even showed him different photos of ladies she had selected for him to choose from. But Charles wasn't interested in any of them. He preferred his promiscuous lifestyle, but his parents were totally against it.

"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 of the city ladies here 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. Otherwise, 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 side pocket, lit the end, and began smoking.

The truth was that he hadn't yet seen any woman that he was in love with. Most young ladies were cheats and gold-diggers to him, so he believed. He had seen plenty of young ladies wanting to get intimate with him and forgetting that they had a boyfriend or fiancé too.

Charles didn't want a cheap woman to become his wife, and finding the right woman who matched his choice of a bride had been difficult.

"Then what's the problem, Charles? You haven't accepted any invitation that your father or I have offered you. Or do you want us to go ahead and choose a bride on your behalf, 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 human beings. Once they see that I am the one who 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 from his cigar, puffing 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 prostitute like yourself."

"Mom..." Charles stared up at his mother's face with shock and shook his head as he met her smiling gaze.

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

First Lady Kira approached Charles, who was seated on the black couch, and said to him, "Here, Charles... I have these three cute women's photos for you to see. You can choose from among them. 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 given opportunity.

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

"Hmm." Charles hummed and accepted the three women's photos from his mother's hands.

He held his smoking cigar to his lips as he wore a black top, black leather trousers, and black boots. 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-skinned young lady with a round face and flat nose, but the way her big brown eyes shone seductively in the cute outdoor photo she had taken—in a simple pink crop-top and blue jeans—made him frown.

Charles held his smoking cigar to his lips as he slid 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, pointed nose, sparkling blue eyes, and her dimples were so rosy on her chubby cheeks. Her plump lips were enticing him to kiss her photo. Her sparkling, long blonde hair was glittering and made 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 harden, wanting to kiss and lick every inch of her beautiful yellow skin. 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 snapped out of his trance. He stared at his mother's face and met her smiling gaze.

Charles held his response back as he slid 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. She didn't seem to catch his eyes or make his heart race like the second lady's photo had.

Charles swiped 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 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. Does she really look like she does in 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 and replied, "I don't know, Charles, but I will call her family to find out whether she's around or not. Once she is, we will proceed with the wedding ceremony for you both."

"Okay, Mom," Charles smiled as he didn't reject 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 black couch and went upstairs to his bedroom on the third floor, taking Nancy's photo along with him.

**

One month later,

Charles went to his luxury hotel over the weekend to see if he could find any attractive lady 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 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 me that your chosen bride has returned to the city and is in her family home as we speak," his personal assistant, Dennis Richard, informed him over the phone call, as 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.

Charles immediately got rid of the pretty lady who was pleasuring him. He felt irritated and nothing but a desire to meet his chosen bride—the one his heart wanted and needed.

Charles exited the top floor of his luxurious hotel, wearing a black suit and red undershirt, and he approached his car. His security men pulled and shut the car door for him as soon as he got in, and the three cars drove off to Senator Logan Marlon's residence.