2: His Wife

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

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

Charles had been at his company earlier in the morning before deciding to visit his hotel in the afternoon and to meet any cute lady 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 him and wanted to spend the night with him.

Charles is a 30-year-old black man. He's very attractive, tall, masculine, and has short black hair. His mother wouldn't allow him to rest, as she kept bothering him about marriage and even showed him different photos of some ladies that she had selected for him to choose from. But Charles wasn't interested in any of the ladies, as he preferred his promiscuous lifestyle, which his parents were totally 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 knowing that almost half of the city ladies have 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 at him, Charles knew it was best to turn his face serious 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 his guests.

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

She asked, "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 to light it and smoke. The truth was that he hadn't yet seen any woman he was in love with.

Most young ladies, in his eyes, were cheats and gold diggers. He believed this, as he had seen plenty of young ladies wanting to sleep with him while forgetting that they already had boyfriends or fiancés. He didn't want a cheap woman to become his wife, and finding the right woman who matched his choice of a bride had also been difficult.

"Then what's the problem, Charles? You haven't accepted any invitation that your father or I have offered to 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.

"No, Mother. I'm not interested in any arranged bride. Most young ladies are cheats and pretentious human beings. Once they see that I want 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, "No, Charles. That's when you leave a responsible young lady to marry a playgirl like yourself."

“Mom..." Charles looked up at his mother in shock and shook his head as he met her smiling gaze.

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

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

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

“Hmm..." Charles 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, as he loved dressing in all black clothing.

Charles stared at the first lady's photo at the top of the three photos. She was cute, a dark-skinned lady with a round face and flat nose. 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 caught his attention.

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

She was cute with a round face, sharp pointed nose, blue sparkling eyes, and her dimples were rosy on her chubby cheeks. Her plump and full lips enticed him to kiss her photo. Her long, sparkling golden hair glittered and made his jaw drop in admiration as 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 gulped and felt his muscles harden, wanting to kiss and lick every inch of her beautiful golden 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.

He stared at his mother's face and met her smiling gaze.

Charles held back his response 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's photo. She didn't seem to catch his eye or make his heart race like how the second lady's photo had made him hard with desire.

Charles swiped the photo back to the second lady's photo again, handed the two other women's photos back to his mother, and asked, “Who is 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. Not to worry, I will arrange for 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 this photo? You know that most young ladies nowadays know how to edit their photos to look cute and 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, not rejecting the topic of marriage.

He wanted Nancy; every fiber of his being desired her.

Her lips—he wanted to kiss her photo—but he had to suppress his urge and let his mother leave him first.

Charles stood up from the black couch in the sitting room and went upstairs to his bedroom on the third floor, taking Nancy's photo with him as he entered his bedroom.

One month later, Charles went to his luxury hotel over the weekend to see if he could meet any cute lady there to distract him from thinking too much about Nancy while awaiting her return to the city. But none of the pretty hot ladies he saw seemed to move his heart or make him feel desire like how he wanted only one woman: Nancy Marlon.

“Boss, our security men implanted in Nancy's father's security team just called us 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 as he sat 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 dismissed the pretty lady who was sucking his dick off, feeling irritated and no pleasure. He only wanted to meet his chosen bride—his heart's desire. He exited the top floor of his luxurious hotel and went to the parking lot, wearing a black suit and inner red shirt.

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