Chapter 2 - His Choice

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

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

Earlier in the morning, Charles had been at his company before he decided to visit his hotel in the afternoon and spend the evening with any cute lady there. It was no secret that he loved women, as he was a powerful man in A.J City, and most young ladies knew and wanted to get in bed with him.

Charles was a 30-year-old Black man, and he was very attractive, masculine, tall, and has short black hair on his head. His mother wouldn't let him rest, as she kept disturbing him about marriage and even showed him different photos of some ladies that she had selected for him to choose from. However Charles wasn't interested in any of the ladies, as 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. How do you think it looks when almost half of the city's ladies have seen you naked?” 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 strict, too.

His father 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 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 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 to light and smoke. The truth was that he hadn't yet seen any woman that he was in love with.

Most young ladies are cheats and gold-diggers to him, or so he believes, as he has seen plenty of young ladies wanting to get in bed with him and forgetting that they have boyfriends or fiancées, too. He didn't want a cheap woman to become his wife. Finding the right woman who matched his choice of a bride has been difficult, too.

“Then what's the problem, Charles? You haven't accepted any invitation that your father or I offer you. Do you want us to 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 any 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 took a drag from his cigar, puffing it into the air.

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

“Mum…" Charles stared up 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 in front of him in her long blue native gown, as she's a traditional woman, too.

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

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

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

“Hmm…" Charles frowned and 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 black boots. He loves dressing in all-black clothing.

Charles stared at the first lady's photo at the top of the three women's photos. She was cute, a Black-skinned lady with a round face, flat nose, but with big brown eyes that shone seductively in the cute outdoor photo that she had snapped, wearing a simple pink crop-top and blue jean trousers.

Charles frowned and held his cigar to his lips as 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 beautiful with a round face, pointed nose, blue sparkling eyes, and her dimples were so rosy on her chubby cheeks.

Her lips were plump and full, enticing him to kiss her photo. Her long sparkling golden hair was glittering and made his jaw drop in admiration. 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 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 the photo to the last lady's photo to see her face, too.

She was beautiful, a yellow-skinned young woman, but more chubby than the second lady's photo. She didn't seem to catch his eyes nor make his heart beat faster like how the second lady's photo had made him hard and want her.

Charles swiped the photo back to the second lady's photo again and handed the two other women's photos back to his mother and asked, “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. Does she 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 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, as he didn't reject the topic of marriage. He wanted Nancy Marlon; 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 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 would get any cute 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 that he was seeing seemed to move his heart nor make him hard and want her, like how he wanted only one woman, and that was 'Nancy Marlon.'

“Boss, our security men implanted in Nancy's father's security team have just called us now to inform us that your chosen bride has returned to the city, and is in her father's home as we speak,” Charles personal assistant, Dennis Richard, informed him over the phone 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, and Charles immediately got rid of the pretty lady who was sucking him off, as he felt irritated and no pleasure. 

He only wanted to meet with his chosen bride, his heart's want and need. He exited the top floor of his luxurious hotel and went out to his parking lot, wearing a black suit and inner red suit shirt.

Charles approached his car door, and his security team pulled and shut the car door closed for him as soon as he got into his car, and the three cars drove out to Senator Logan Marlon's residence.