CHAPTER TWO : ALEXANDER BRADFORD
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Xander Bradford stood clad underneath the shower.
His body was a work of art and he knew it.
His raven black hair, broad shoulders, wide chest and solid rock abs gave him all the confidence he needed.
That and also fact that he was very stinkingly rich.
At the age of 28, Xander was the owner of a billion-dollar tech company.
It was one of the fastest rising technological industries in New York.
He had started the company with his best friend and business partner, Pablo Gomez, after they graduated from Harvard University.
He swore he wouldn’t rely on his father’s money or influence.
Xander disliked his father and always blamed him for his mother's death.
He also suspected that his father was carrying out illegal activities but could never prove it.
This and many more reasons, made him disassociate himself from the Bradford Empire.
His hard work and perseverance paid off. His company yearly net income was billion of dollars.
Now he was gracing the cover of Forbes magazine, listed as one of Times 100 most influential people and had one of the highest net worth in the world.
He once graced the covers of ‘Marie Magazine’ as New York most eligible bachelor but settling down was the last thing on his mind.
Why would he want to......
He loved his one night stands, no-strings attached s*x and non -commitment relationships.
Maybe because his parents marriage didn’t work out or that his heart was broken by the only girl he ever loved at a very young age.
Whatever the reason was, Xander Bradford was a certified playboy
And he wasn't changing his image anytime soon.
He changed women faster than he changed his clothes. He dated A-list celebrities ranging from actresses, musicians to models.
To him, he was living every man’s dream so why would he give up on it.
The warm water dripped over his naked body as he turned to the direction of his bedroom.
It was hard to believe there was a woman on his bed, more so a common person who wasn't famous or popular in anyway. He didn’t even know who she was.
Xander never took his flings home. It was one of his rules in his playbook. Every fling ended at the hotel or the ladies house.
“My home is my sanctuary” he had always told his Pablo anytime he asked him why he never took them to his apartment.
"What have I gotten myself into", he thought.
He tried to recollect the night before.
He had gone to the bar to meet a client, a female client, turns out she only wanted to sleep with him.
But Xander had one rule
‘Never mix business with pleasure’
He refused her offer, drank alone in the bar and went to the restroom to relieve himself when he saw the lady on his bed.
She was drunk, crying and looked like a complete mess.
She wasn't his type of girl.
Xander preferred model-figure, brunette with flawless makeup who don't cry on the restroom floor of a restaurant.
.....but something about the crying lady drew him to her when he first saw her.
Maybe it was how innocent her blue eyes were, or how her beautiful oval face looked up to him while she asked him questions he didn’t understand or maybe it was the way he felt after the kiss.
He just couldn't place it. But he wanted to feel her lips on his again.
Meanwhile, on Xander's bed, Jane stretched and yawned as she open her rubbed her bleary eyes. She pulled the duvet close to her. It was big,soft, fluffy and definitely not hers.
The thought of it woke her up. She looked around. This wasn’t her room.
Whoever owns the room she had just woken up in, had to be wealthy.
Velvet drapes framed the windows, the lace inner curtains were drawn, allowing daylight to enter while exposing the heart-stopping view over the city.
She used her palm to massage her forehead trying to remember the night before but it was blurry.
.......Eddie dumped her, she drank like a whale, cried on the restroom floor and made out with a sexy stranger.........
The last part shook her back to reality. She made out with a stranger.
“This must be stranger’s bedroom”, she thought “Did I have s*x with him”.
She looked under the duvet. She was naked, the only clothing she had on was her white pantie.
She had worn it for Eddie, she was expecting to have s*x on her anniversary but unfortunately she was dumped.
Now,she was in the bed of a man she whose name she didn’t know and whose face she couldn’t remember.
What had she done and with whom.
Jane wasn’t the type of person to get in bed with any stranger. The only guy she had ever been with was Eddie.
She tried to remember more but all she could recollect was the kiss.
She placed her fingers on her lips, trying recapture the moment again.
The passionate kiss.......
Only the thought of the it made her horny again.
She heard the shower turn on.
The stranger must be in the bathroom.
She had to find her way out of here before he got back. She wasn’t in the mood for awkward situations.
She got of the bed and started searching for clothes only to find it perfectly folded in a pile on a luxury chair by the edge of the bed.
Everything in the room was in order, neat and expensive.
Even the pen on the bedside table looked costly. It was golden and had the inscription 'BOT TECH' written on it.
She’d hurriedly dressed up and tiptoed out of the bedroom into the living room of the apartment.
"f**k Jane!!" she mumbled to her self, her jaw dropping as her took in the scenery of the apartment.
The room was fully furnished.
Whoever she did whatever with must be very rich. She looked at the different artworks that beautified the apartment.
Over to the left various awards sat perfectly on a glass shelf.
The room setting could only have been designed by a high-taste interior designer.
It had everything, a large tech Tv facing adjacent of where she was, an expensive collection of wine hanging on above a mini bar to the right while a luxury black piano stood across the room to the left.
The furnitures in the apartment might just cost ten times her yearly salary.
She headed towards the door leading out of the apartment, she had to go even though she felt like staying a little longer.
"At least I will never see him again’", Jane thought; turning the door knob.
She looked at the room one last time and left.
Xander heard the door of the apartment open and close.
“Did she leave already?”
He quickly stepped out of the shower, his hair still dripping.
Wrapping a towel around his hips he walked into the bedroom and then to the living room.
There was no sight of the woman that laid in his bed last night. She had disappeared and he didn't even know her name.
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