President Denver's Twisted Romance

The Beautiful Lady Wants To Die

NICHOLAS DENVER'S POV

I don’t know why my grandmother won’t let me be. She has been bugging me to get married, but each time I take any lady I am interested in home, she would call them a w***e and a gold-digger and make me dump them.

Okay, why? If she keeps doing that, how would I get married then?

I have brought three ladies home; one I was hopelessly in love with, and the others, I randomly picked them from my clubhouse just to present to my grandmother, but she turned all of them around, telling me to get married to someone of my status.

At this point, I had even given up the search and had gotten used to her nagging.

It is obviously not my fault anymore, because she has been the one rejecting everybody.

The last time I tried to please my grandmother, I set up a fake employment notice for Denver Group, narrowing it down to only females so that I could interview them and take my time to select a lady that my grandmother would accept, but none of them impressed me.

They were all empty-headed and clumsy, and I swear, I am such an impatient man to be able to kindly lead any grown woman and tell her what to do every time.

Can you imagine that one of the ladies that was supposed to be looking for a job came late for the interview? I just asked her to get out of my sight at once as she was definitely the wrong candidate for me.

A lot had happened.

My assistant had asked me to interview the lady that was late for the interview because she struck him as a different breed from the others, but I stood him up because I despise lateness.

I consider that if one is late for anything, that means that something is not important to him or her.

After the day’s work, I am not interested in going back home just yet.

I intend to stay out for a while so that my grandmother will be asleep by the time I return.

Besides, it’s a Friday, so, even if I am not exactly the life of the party, I own a clubhouse and

I love to go there and see everyone spending their money to make me rich.

It is always an interesting sight to see men trying to impress the surrounding women by spending a lot, while they also try to oppress their fellow men by outspending them.

Where does all that money go? To my bank account.

This was just one such day. Then I entered the clubhouse and saw a pretty woman.

I could only see her back, but that is enough to tell me all I need to know.

Her aura also hit me, but it seemed subdued. I don’t know, there was just something about her that made me so attracted to her, and mind you, I have not even seen her face.

I heard my assistant clearing his throat and mumbling something about my grandmother rejecting everyone, but I didn’t pay any attention to him because I was determined to at least talk to this lady.

Luckily, the clubhouse was not full, so I had some time to show myself in the open without everyone screaming my name, trying to talk to me and gain whatever favors they wanted from me.

I intend to hide my identity as the owner of the clubhouse from this lady.

As I walked towards the lady, I saw the bartender about to scream and greet me dramatically as his boss, but I signaled him to keep it cool if he did not want to lose his job instantly.

Getting closer to the lady, I heard her say something that immediately took me aback.

She said she wanted to die.

Die? Why? Why would anyone want to die, especially a beautiful lady such as herself?

‘’You want to die?’’ I said those words, and they came out as a question, but I didn’t really mean to ask her any questions.

I was just surprised at what she said and was echoing it back at her, hoping that she understood the gravity of her words.

She quickly turned to look at me, and that was when I saw her face.

This lady is the most beautiful woman I have seen in my 28 years of being alive.

My goodness.

And she said she wanted to die?

No. I definitely cannot let her die.

I tried to say something else to her, but she seemed to recognize me and immediately packed up her items and hurried out of the clubhouse.

She didn’t even pay for her drink because I heard the bartender try to call her back to make payment, which I quickly asked him to forget about.

I watched her leave, and then turned to look at my assistant, Marcus, with dismay.

I had lost a gem as far as I was concerned.

‘’Boss...’’ Marcus opened his mouth to speak, and I started to hope that he would not upset me by saying something stupid because he loved to tease me.

‘’That’s the lady from the company earlier today. The one you dismissed because she was late,’ Marcus had a wide smile on his face, making it obvious to me that I had made a mistake by sending her away from the interview earlier even after he asked me not to.

I hate it when Marcus wins me in one of his plots and gimmicks, but on this occasion, I am excited to hear him say what he said.

It means that I still have a chance to see the drop-dead gorgeous angel again.

‘’Are you serious?’’ I asked Marcus, hoping he was not just pulling my legs.

Marcus nodded.

‘’Okay then, in that case, give her the job and ask her to start work on Monday.’’ I gave Marcus the order with satisfaction.

The time had come to chase a new interest.

I love chasing ladies I am interested in, and this one looks like yet another adventure.