Chapter 2

Charles Alejandro, the president's son 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, as he's their only son and, more likely, the future president. He has many enemies and inherited enemies too.

Charles was at his company earlier in the morning before he decided to visit his hotel in the afternoon and to get intimate with any cute lady there in the evening. As it was no news of him loving the women, as he's a powerful man in AJ City, and most young ladies knew and also wanted to get intimate with him.

Charles is a 30-year-old dark-skinned man, and he's very attractive, tall, masculine, and has short black hair on his head. His mother wouldn't allow him to rest, as she kept on disturbing him about marriage and even showed him the 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, 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 Charles 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 best to turn his face strict, too.

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, as he went downstairs 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?"

"I'm not afraid of marriage, Mom," Charles replied, as he took out a cigarette from his trouser side pocket, to light its end and smoke. As the truth was that he hasn't yet seen any woman that he's in love with.

As most young ladies are cheats and gold-diggers to him, so he believes, as he has seen plenty of young ladies wanting to get intimate with him, and forgetting that they have a boyfriend or fiancé too.

Charles didn't want a cheap woman to become his wife either. And finding the right woman who matched his choice of a bride has been difficult too.

"Then what's the problem, Charles, as you haven't accepted any invitation that your father or I offer to you? Or do you want us to go ahead and choose a bride on your behalf, and 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... Once they see that I'm 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 out a drag from his cigar and puffed it into the air.

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

"Mom," Charles scowled and stared up at his mother in shock. He shook his head as he met her smiling gaze at him.

She was a 65-year-old black woman, and she stood regal in front of him in her blue native gown. As she's a traditionalist.

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, and you can choose the one you like, as their families are well-respected and under your father's political party."

"Mom..." 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 sighed and accepted the three women's photos from his mother's hands. He held his cigar smoking to his lips as he wore a black top, black leather trousers, and his black boots. As he loves dressing in all-black clothing.

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

Charles frowned, and held his cigar smoking on his lips as he slid the photo to the next lady's photo to see her face. His gaze landed on a pair of blue eyes woman.

She was beautiful with a round face, pointed nose, sparkling blue eyes, and her dimples were so rosy on her chubby cheeks. Her lips were full and enticing him to kiss her photo. Her golden hair was glittering and made his jaw drop in admiration. As she donned a white tank top in the cute outdoor selfie photo that she had captured.

Charles looked at her bare slender neck and the top of her slightly exposed bosom. He gulped and felt his muscles hardened, for him to kiss and lick every inch of her beautiful yellow skin. He didn't know how long that he had been looking at her photo, until he heard his mother ask him, "Charles... Do you like her?"

"Mom," Charles snapped out from his trance and stared at his mother's face. He met her smiling gaze.

Charles held his response as he slid the photo to the last lady's photo to see her face.

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

Charles finally swiped the photo 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, "This is Nancy Marlon. Senator Logan, Marlon's only child."

"Hmm," Charles 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 to let them know that you have chosen to marry their daughter."

"Alright, Mom, but is Nancy around, as I would like to see her face? Does she look like in this photo? As 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 contact her family to find out whether she's around or not. Once she's available, we will proceed with the wedding ceremony of you both."

"Okay, Mom," Charles smiled, not rejecting the topic of marriage.

He wanted Nancy, every fiber of his body wanted her.

He wanted to kiss her photo, but he had to suppress his urge and to allow his mother to leave him first.

Charles later rose from the black couch and went upstairs to his bedroom on the third floor. As he took Nancy's photo along with him, and placed it on his headboard inside his bedroom.

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 saw seemed to move his heart nor to make him hard, and want her, like how he wanted only one woman, and that was 'Nancy Marlon.'

"Boss, our security men implanted in Senator Logan's security team have just called me now to inform us that your chosen bride has returned to the city and is in her family home as we speak," His personal assistant named 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, and Charles immediately got the pretty lady who was pleasuring him to stop. As he felt irritated and no pleasure. He wanted to meet with his chosen bride, his heart's want and need. So he exited the top floor of his luxury five-star hotel, and went out to his parking lot, as he donned a tailored black suit and red suit shirt.

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