Chester X Parker Life Of Luxury Mga Nobela at Kwento

I paired it with a black backless crop top blouse because I plan to go outside, and the weather is hot. I carried my other things on an empty cabinet in the left corner of the room. In the meantime, I put my two pieces of luggage together with my designer handbag. I was about to enter the bathroom when my phone rang. I looked at the screen; it was my most trusted board member and the one who acts as the CEO of the Guevarra Corporation company in the Philippines. "Hello, my favorite godfather." I laughingly said when I answered the phone. It was Mr. Devera, her favorite and one of her most trusted people. I used to call Mr. Devera my godfather. That's why he kept telling me to marry and offic

Charles confused the spark in Phoenix's eyes for admiration and this made him swell with more pride. He was not just the ideal and dream guy of every young lady in Duras city, he was also the reputable accountant that managed some of David Kingston's accounts with an iron fist. Being affiliated with the Kingston's name meant respect, power, and authority. Like most wealthy men in Duras city, Charles saw himself as a collector. Anything he fancied, he acquired irrespective of the low or middle-class owner of such property.

She's elegant and beautiful, with a grace that comes from old wealth and confidence. "Ms Hale. Introduce me to your youth elixir dealer sometime." She laughs, a polite, mirthless sound. "I take it you've met my Allera?" "She's lovely. Your tales didn't do justice to her beauty." "Some things are better witnessed in person. I take it you're here for an answer to your proposal?" Straight to the point. As usual. "There's only so far stubbornness can take a person, Ms Hale. Especially in the business world."

The rain lashed against the windows in dark, sideways sheets, distorting the city lights into blurry streaks of yellow and white. He held a heavy crystal glass in his right hand. He took a slow, deliberate swallow of the expensive scotch, letting the dark amber liquid burn its way down the back of his throat. He did not care that she was gone. That was the fact he had been repeating to himself since Sunday afternoon. He was Xavier Sterling. He commanded a multi-billion dollar financial empire. He crushed rival hedge funds before breakfast, and he absolutely did not chase women. If a woman walked away, she was forgotten and replaced by noon the following day. That was the rule. He bought what

Loves the fact that she’s engaged to her fiancé Asher, proud of herself, would not care to hop on another man if he’s more wealthier than Asher. Talk about shallow. Chloe. Golden brown hair, dark brown eyes, Twenty nine and married to Xavier. An ambitious man who owns a small firm and loves cars. He is wealthy enough to tend to Chloe who loves Jewelries with all her life. Sasha, dark black hair, hazel eyes and Ruby, dirty blonde hair ocean blue eyes. Both of them once fought over Spenser Hugh - the CEO of mercury limited, but Spenser chose Ruby at the end after announcing their engagement and now Sasha is married to foreman a wealthy man whose wealth source has remained unknown till this day

A well-put-together businessman on the outside, and yet, there wasn't a single doubt in my mind that behind that exterior lay a beast. Cocky. Sure of himself. Completely out of my league. Sexually, we matched. That kiss we shared back in his office had been explosive - a pussy-throbbing catastrophe. Ruined the piece of my soul that had wished to keep this kind of relationship simple. Simple; a word that could never be used to describe Hendrix Parker. He was the kind of perfection women read books about and dreamed of bending over for. But then he opened his mouth and made demands.

He seems amused by my answer. "Well, I doubt you are in highschool" "No sir, I'm twenty-one" "What do you do for living?" Xavier snorts at that question again and I hit his leg from beside me, making him stop. "I own a few hotels, restaurants and casinos." "That's impressive-" he gets cut off by a waiter coming in and asking us if we were ready to order. "Please order whatever you like" he says to us, looking through the menu. AMELIA BLACK's POV:

Afterall she fell in love with poor boy in college. "Xavier what are you?... A gambler?..." She chuckled looking at the house. "It's so big and beautiful..." She said in awe. No doubt she was born rich but Peter's house was nowhere near Xavier's palace. Xavier Smirked. He was more than a gambler. "Why?... Will you leave me if i am a gambler...?" He asked. She smiled. "I won't leave you even if you are a serial killer..." She teased.

Having had that much fame, and money the most intriguing thing about him was the part where he's single. Every young lady in the city is fighting for his attention, afterall the fame and money he's got was enough to change their life. Hence, it was the battle of the fittest when it comes to Xavier Kings, the number billionaire bachelor in the city of Manhattan. Inside the private airplane he was in, Xavier sat in the chair while scrolling through his latest work, him being in the city wasn't because he liked back here because the city, held a lot of memories which half of them weren't good memories.

"Charlotte is my friend, and I love her, but she’s a lousy actor." Ms. Parker rolls her eyes, clearly caught in a lie. She quickens her pace, but Aaron matches her stride, determined to get answers. "How much did Charlotte's parents pay?" he presses. Ms. Parker’s composure falters for a moment before she sighs. "It doesn’t matter," she says with a touch of defensiveness in her voice. "Now, we can afford to replace all those broken stage lights."