Reader's Discretion: Sexually Explicit Content
Alexander's POV
After I and my men had carried out the operation, we rested for a while somewhere in the West of Africa where it was easier to lay low and not be caught.
That night all I could think about was Olivia. I only thought about women when I had sex with them. In my lifetime, I had met a lot of women who were good in bed, so it was only normal to think about all the styles we enjoyed at different locations.
But with Olivia, I had done nothing. We hadn't even kissed. Yet, I thought of her. The thought of her made me feel sick in my stomach. It was not that she was repulsive, but it was because I had no idea why she lingered in my mind. We did not like each other, so why couldn't I stop thinking about her?
When I got home, the first thing I thought about doing was to force myself to forget about Olivia. There was nothing special about her. At least that is what I tried to convince myself with.
I tried to forget her by calling one of my favourite sex workers, Charlotte, to meet me at one of my mansions to have great sex with her. The sex was great. It was amazing. But that did not make me forget about Olivia even for a second. Instead that made me think about her even more. What was sex with her going to feel like? I was not repulsed by the idea of having sex with her, in fact I loved the idea. But, I knew that she would hate the idea. She was already in love with someone else. Ryan. That bastard. The thought of her having sex with him made me want to choke on anything I could find.
If I was capable of loving, I may have tried to love Olivia just to save her from the man that she thought was a saint. But I was not in love with Olivia, I did not care so much to try to convince her that Ryan was not the person that she thought she was. I did not care about them. I had done my part to warn her that they could carry on loving each other, but should not bother getting on my nerves.
The thought of getting into her panties gave me some sort of satisfaction. If I could do just that, it would be amazing. Infact, I would have taken a quick opportunity to try to get into Olivia's panties, to give her the roughest, but best sex she would ever get, and maybe get her hooked on me, but I was afraid. Olivia was not like other ladies. She made me feel quite different from other women. I was scared that if I had anything serious to do with her, that I would never be the same.
Olivia, what are you doing to me?!
When I was done with putting Charlotte in multiple positions, making her scream, and making her knees go weak, I sent her off with some money. She thanked me, smiling.
"Thank you, Viper", she said.
"Yeah. Get going", I ordered, but my tone was relaxed. I was relaxed.
She was not like some of the other girls that I had sex with, who had fear in her eyes anytime I came close to her, but still chose to have sex with me. Charlotte loved when I handled her, loved to get lots of money for her time, and did not fall in love with me, yet. She liked me, but stayed professional. This was the second time I had sex with her, and I felt like there would be a third time. She was good.
When she left, I went to my study room to read some books. I was an avid reader, especially about business, geography, and language. During my college days, I was a top student. Coming from a wealthy home did not stop me from taking my education seriously. Whenever I wanted to study something related to my field, I would read business textbooks like "The Intelligent Investor" by Benjamin Graham, "The Lean Startup" by Eric Ries, and biographies like "Steve Jobs" by Walter Isaacson, as well as books written by business leaders.
In my spare time, I enjoyed reading about geography, fascinated by regions, landscapes, and the Earth's operations. I even learned maps for fun and could draw the world map from memory. My knowledge of geography helped both my legitimate and illicit business ventures thrive.
Additionally, my father ensured that I learned multiple languages, enrolling me in various language schools without a single break during my childhood. As a result, I became fluent in nine languages: English, Russian, Spanish, Mandarin, Italian, French, Japanese, Greek, and Cantonese, with a working knowledge of over ten languages.
I was so focused on my books that I did not notice my father walk in.
"I see you still have the habit of studying", he said.
I raised my head to see him right in front of me. Even though he barely complimented me, I knew he was proud that I still loved to study.
"Hello dad", I said casually.
"How's the preparation for your wedding?", he asked.
Right. Marrying Olivia, his best friend's daughter. That was all my father cared about now. For a second, I had forgotten that.
"It's going well", I replied.
"Is it? Because you have not even met with the Adams, and I heard you even called Olivia to your own house instead of going to her parents house to take her out or something", my father said.
"I was–", I said, but my dad interrupted before I could complete my excuse.
"You were busy. That is the only thing you can say, and that's not even an excuse. When you are sticking your dick into every woman's panties, you aren't busy", he said, his tone low.
One thing that I hated about my father was that he was a hypocrite. He talked about me having sex with others like he was not constantly always cheating on my mother like she did not exist. I was only taking that trait from him. The only problem with me was that I was not as good as him at handling multiple sex partners. But his problem on the other hand was that he was cheating. I was sure my mum also cheated, but I knew that he was the one who started it, and did not stop. He was a serial cheat.
My parents were not happy to be with each other at all. But they were experts in hiding their fights. They barely showed so much emotion to each other. They were the world's best stoic parents, and only stayed with each other because of all the wealth they were able to build with each other. They were one of the reasons I did not believe in love. Money was what held my family together, not love. I would pick money over love anytime.
I said nothing. If I said something, I was going to regret it.
"At least pretend to be decent", my dad said.
I wanted to tell him that pretending was all he did, but I said nothing.
"Do not embarrass me, son. I don't disturb you; I let you live your life because you're mature and successful. But Olivia is not just someone you can treat badly. Her parents are very wealthy; they may not be as powerful as us, but they're richer. Olivia is the only heiress to all their wealth, and she's successful as well. When she inherits her parents' wealth, plus her own, she'll be very powerful. I want the best for you, which is why I want you to marry her. Take this seriously," he said, his tone growing more menacing.
I knew this was a power play. There was no way my father was going to let the opportunity to get richer pass him by. If his family and the Adams came together, we would have the same power, if not more than Royalties.
I accepted to get married to Olivia because of the wealth as well. My dad and I were the same. We loved power.
"So dad. Are you saying that I should go to Olivia's house, and spend time with her?", I asked.
"Certo, naturalmente. Trascorri del tempo anche con i suoi genitori", my dad said. (Yes of course. Spend time with her parents as well).
Is this what marriage entailed? Trying to get involved with other family members that were not the person that I was getting married to? That was so exhausting, and if it were left for me, I would never get married. But, I was at a place to never refuse anything that could get me more powerful. So, I agreed to what my father had said.
I reached out to the Adams stating that I would like to meet with them the next day for breakfast. I stated that I would do that at an expensive restaurant close to their house instead of their house. I would have liked to kill two birds with one stone by sitting with Adams and their daughter over breakfast, but Olivia and I had an unsettled chemistry. It was best to figure out what was wrong with both of us before letting others figure it out for us.
Also, I did not choose to meet Olivia outside, and her parents inside of the house because I did not want her to get the wrong idea that I was taking her out on a date. I was not a romantic person and never planned to be.
Breakfast with the Adams went better than I expected. Luckily for me, they were calm. When I announced to them that I would be coming over for a late lunch at their house, to honor them and to speak with Olivia, Mr. Adams' expression remained stoic, but Mrs. Adams smiled mysteriously. I had no idea what she was planning, but I hoped it was not something that would affect me negatively.
When I arrived at the Adams mansion, my palms grew sweaty, and I suddenly developed a light headache. Is this what happens when you have feelings for someone, but you are unsure what those feelings mean.