CHAPTER 1 - JOSH
The universe must have known. Of course it knows, he thought out loud to himself as he dragged his blanket once more over his body, which was sprawled upon the king-sized bed. Not that he felt cold or shivered, sometimes it felt better to cover up, as if to say that the bed or the blanket would provide comfort or warmth. "Warmth" he said, reminiscing the times that feeling would have been the only thing that emanated from the entanglement between him and her body, the curves in which he had once traced, her nutty coloured hair, he would have once fisted round his hands and pulled as she screamed indefinite words of pleasure against his ears, while he worked wonders to her lower body. "agatha," he would say in grunted moaning as bliss would explode within him. Warmth, he felt it once more, but now, the warmth he felt wasn't one to expect pleasure from. It was one in which the bed and blanket were provided, and not a human because he was alone, and that was all his fault.
Standing abruptly from the bed, as if to agree with his subconsciousness that it was actually his fault that she had left him. Not left him, per se, but ran across to the other side of the world all in an attempt to shield her heart away from him. He wasn't a monster, nor was he evil in any sense or form, but there was more to his actions than the receiver would interpret than the sender, but Josh was never the type to care, which he depicted in his lifestyle, choices and actions. He was as the world would put it, a nonchalant Male.
Walking across the room to the bathroom, he glanced at the custom-made digital clock and half-smiled at the gift that he had received from his mom on his birthday. As an eligible and all ladies bachelor that he was and also a filthy rich CEO of the Xanderia Law firm, that he had single handedly started, he had wondered then of what use the clock would have been to him, seeing his access and capability to buy as much as more than one clock from whoever and wherever, but regardless, as awkward and almost as non useful as the gift would have seemed, it was the sentiment and words that had accompanied it that led to him keeping the clock.
"You can't stop time, my love, but you can only learn to cherish it and embrace with the ones who love you too."
she would always say to him before her passing on. Most times, he had wondered if she had always known that she was going to die earlier than expected.
Josh's mother, Mrs. Andrea Alexander had been happily married to Mr. Marcus Alexander, Josh's dad, had 3 children, Smith Alexander, Ria Alexander, and Josh Alexander, being the last child. Although, they were a simple middle class family and had lived a simple happy life, with dad working as an accountant at the Juria Finances and Co. and mom, working as a hotelier at the Swiss On point hotel, for the likes of all elites, nothing would have prepared them for the passing on of their mother, although not the bread winner of the family, she was the bond between the family but it fell apart after the diagnosing of her with brain Cancer, the downhill started instantly like it were a container that had just needed a little push to go down the hill.
From then on, Mr. Marcus would venture out late into the night and then return at the first crock of the crow and smelt of alcohol, as if to say he was drowning himself in it to rinse off his problems away at the beer pub. Often leaving Smith, Ria and Josh in the care of nannies or baby sitters, a lot of them which had been a huge bad influence on their morals, the other times they would spend with their mom's sister, Aunt Lyia, as their mom had been hospitalised. The weeks leading up to her death after diagnosis, the children had bonded in a way, making promises to themselves to make a better life, by all means, legal.
They had all kept their promises, as the adult Josh seemed more than capable at age 27 to afford whatever he wanted, same as his siblings. 11:25 am the time on the clock read, as he went into the bathroom to shower, stepping out later from his bedroom into the corridor, after dressing up. His manor was exquisite.
