It was morning, and the day after the charity event, Xander woke up. The room was covered with dark curtains, blocking the morning sun. He stretched his entire body on his bed, enjoying the feeling of the silk bed sheets. He then looked at his left side and looked at the clock. It was 9:00 a.m. on a Saturday. A small chuckle escaped his lips, and then he looked up at his bedroom ceiling, gold with some Renaissance artwork.
Xander considered himself an art admirer and loved to collect paintings and pictures. As time passed, he extended his arms on his empty bed, something he was used to. Even though he had no trouble having bed partners, he would never bring nameless women to his home. He would only take them to hotels and then leave them. Xander felt nothing for one-night stands. The young man believed that women who offered themselves only had ambitions to climb up the social ladder and had no care in the world about how they were treated as long as they had a man to take care of them and give them what they wanted.
Women would always call him and desperately begged him to call them, but he wouldn't. They made their intentions to him very clear, and they offered themselves to him willingly. There are consequences to one's actions.
The older Xander got, the more he longed to have a woman worth keeping, but he thought it was impossible with his status. Yet, he had a bit a hope in his heart. "Time to get up." Xander got out of his king-sized bed, showered, and then dressed. He wore a long-sleeved buttoned shirt, leaving a few buttons undone, showing parts of his muscular chest and neck. He combed his dark blondish hair.
"Might as well go get some coffee."
Xander got out of his luxurious home, got to his black Lexus, and drove off to the streets of Manhattan. The fresh air hit him; he loved the feeling. About twenty minutes into his drive, Xander parked his car by his favorite coffee shop. It was small and not considered high status, but he liked that it was family-owned and knew the owners well. They made their coffee by hand and did not use chemicals.
The place had a welcoming atmosphere, and Xander felt at ease. He entered the small shop, where a few people drank and spoke with one another.
An elderly couple was by the cashier, and when they saw him, they smiled. They are an interracial couple who have been married for fifty years and have four children and ten grandchildren. They were blessed. Xander wouldn't admit it, but he was envious of the elderly couple. They were married and had children and grandchildren. The couple didn't have much, but they had everything Xander wanted, something that money couldn't buy: happiness. He got in front of the cashier and smiled.
"Xander, dear. We are happy that you are here. The usual?" asked the elderly woman.
"As always, Linda."
Linda and her eldest son began to make the coffee while Johnathon, her husband, walked forward. "How have you been, my boy?"
Xander sighed. "Fine, so much work, but it is manageable. How have you two been? I have been worried about your health."
The older man laughed. "We are good. We can't just sit around and do nothing!" Johnathon patted Xander on the shoulder and motioned him to sit, which he did. A couple of minutes later, he was served his coffee. He got a newspaper and began to read.
Then the shop door opened again. Xander heard Linda and Johnathon greet the guest, who seemed to be a woman.
"Hello Linda, Johnathon! I am glad to see you both!"
"Us too, dear. Please sit while we make your chocolate chip Frappuccino."
Xander took a peep at the woman out of his curiosity. He stilled at the sight of her. The woman stood at five feet and six inches tall with light skin; her eyes were golden brown, and her wavy, light reddish-brown hair was past her shoulders as it shined with the sun. She had an average figure but wore clothes that clung to her body. Her lips were plush and pink, and she wore small silver flower earrings. She was magnificent to him, and he knew immediately that he had to speak to her.
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