The Billionaire's Stuttering Bride

Chapter 2

As the evening sun dipped below the skyline, Xavier Knight strolled out of his opulent office, leaving behind the realm of high-powered meetings and multimillion-dollar deals. The grandeur of the building seemed to shrink in comparison to his larger-than-life presence. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that exuded authority, he moved with a confident stride, commanding the attention of everyone who crossed his path.

Awaiting him at the curb was the valet, a deferential figure in a crisply pressed uniform. With precision, the valet handed Xavier the glistening keys to his Ferrari, a masterpiece of Italian engineering, its crimson finish reflecting the fading daylight.

The night air was a symphony of sensations as Xavier slipped into the sleek sports car. The city buzzed with energy, and the warm, humid breeze carried a hint of intrigue. As he revved the engine, the thrum of power surged through the car, and the intoxicating scent of possibility enveloped him, promising an evening filled with excitement and adventure.

Xavier shifted gears, his car merging with the bustling streets of the city. The sensation of unbridled freedom coursed through his veins, an electrifying feeling that couldn't be matched. He relished the prospect of engaging with any woman, whenever he pleased, time and time again. To him, the possibilities seemed endless.

He considered himself a refined lover, ensuring that any woman he shared his bed with had an unforgettable experience. He took pride in providing them with one of the best nights of their lives.

The concept of monogamy baffled him. Why restrict oneself when there were countless women waiting for him every night? Committing to just one felt absurd, a notion he couldn't wrap his head around. It simply made no sense.

Commitment was not a word that Xavier held close to his heart. No, it was like a distant planet in a far-off galaxy, unreachable and unattainable. The reason behind his aversion to it was as clear as the day. He was a wealthy, eligible bachelor, surrounded by a sea of other unattached men. In his world, there was a never-ending parade of women, each secretly hoping that he would be the one to swoop her off her feet. He found it amusing, really. Romance? That was a game he didn't play. His freedom was the melody to which he danced through life, and he had no intentions of changing the tune.

Xavier rolled down his window, allowing the city's sounds to flood in, and cranked up the music. The engine roared to life as he pressed the accelerator, speeding away into the night.

He stepped out of his black Lamborghini and adjusted his suit jacket as he made his way towards the entrance of the hottest club in the city. The sound of bass thumped against his chest as he approached, his eyes scanning the line of eager party-goers waiting to get in. He smirked to himself, knowing that he wouldn't have to wait in line like the common folk. 

He flashed his VIP pass to the bouncer and was immediately ushered past the velvet ropes and into the club. The dim lighting cast shadows over the crowd, which was already packed despite the early hour. Xavier's eyes immediately landed on the bar, where a beautiful woman in a tight dress caught his attention.

Xavier navigated through the lively crowd, slightly unsteady from a few too many tequila shots. He had a clear goal for the night: finding a companion. However, the sprawling club made this feel like a journey into the unknown.

After passing through a narrow corridor, the club's heart was revealed. The dance floor glowed under mesmerizing lights, with a DJ in a striking silver fedora controlling the energetic revelers.

The club sprawled over several levels, each one a realm of its own, with distinct dance areas and a dazzling array of lights that could rival a concert stadium. The clever layout of the club seemed designed to keep the energy flowing. Bars were strategically placed throughout the vast space, ready to serve up liquid courage to patrons ready to dive into the night.

Meanwhile, Xavier's intentions were clear – he was here to dance, and he was here to indulge in the thrill of the night. He ordered a shot, the fiery liquid dancing in a glass. He tossed it back, relishing the scorching path it blazed down his throat, invigorating his senses.

Stepping onto the dance floor, he was enveloped in a sensory whirlwind. Multicolored lights pulsed to the rhythm, creating a mesmerizing atmosphere that beckoned to all those ready to be swept away by the music. Xavier had never encountered difficulties finding dance partners, and tonight was no exception – there was no shortage of enthusiastic individuals eager to share the dance floor with him, each one adding their own vibrant rhythm to the night's exhilarating crescendo.

As Xavier surrendered to the rhythm of the music, an irresistible brunette approached him, and their bodies moved in a sultry synchrony. She exuded an aura of pure sensuality, boasting curves that seemed to stretch on for miles. The way she ground against him sent shivers down his spine, promising an unforgettable night. Xavier had already planned his conquests – a rendezvous in the club bathroom, followed by one or two more back at the hotel. It was going to be a night to remember.

Amidst the electrifying dance floor, a sudden, elusive movement in the periphery of his vision captivated him. He concentrated, searching for the source of his intrigue, and there she was – another woman, equally stunning but in a completely contrasting way. She stood tall and lean, a cascade of straight, fiery red hair falling gracefully down her back. Her golden crop top revealed her toned midriff, offering a tantalizing glimpse of a concealed tattoo. Xavier couldn't help but imagine how that inked artwork extended beneath her clothing, and he couldn't resist licking his lips at the prospect.

The decision was instantaneous. Xavier offered a polite but firm rejection to the woman who had been dancing with him, gently pushing her away, "Maybe some other time, babe." As he maneuvered through the crowded dance floor, his destination was clear – the enchanting redhead who had captured his attention from across the room.

Xavier sped up, making his way through the crowd, until he noticed a petite brunette dancing sexily with the rhythm. She stood out in the dark club, drawing his interest. Xavier changed his course, moving toward her.

He made his way over, sidestepping the crowds of people dancing and swaying to the music. As he got closer, he saw that she was already talking to another man, but that didn't stop him from trying his luck.

Unfazed by the competition, he continued his approach. As he reached her, he smoothly slid up beside her, ordered a drink, and flashed a charming smile.

Approaching her, he seamlessly merged into her space. Their bodies almost collided as she turned, caught off guard by his sudden presence. Swiftly, he slipped his hand around her bare waist, positioning himself between her and the other dancers that surrounded them. In response, she gazed up at him and a gentle smile graced her lips. With a soft, seductive whisper, Xavier uttered, "Dance with me."

The woman moved gracefully to the pulsating rhythm of the music, her hips swaying in perfect harmony with Xavier's. A sultry smile played on her lips as they glided toward the fringes of the crowd and eventually reached the edge of the dance floor.

"You've got some serious dance moves," she purred, her eyes locked onto Xavier with a seductive intensity.

Xavier's response was accompanied by a sly grin, and he leaned in slightly, whispering, "You know, I've got some impressive moves in other departments too." He gave her a playful wink. "But we can save that conversation for later. For now, how about I buy you a drink? There's a chance you might discover those moves firsthand."

Up close, he was captivated by her beauty; she wasn't just hot—she was absolutely stunning. Her emerald eyes held a mesmerizing quality, and her full, inviting lips added to her allure. Her body was a masterpiece that wouldn't be out of place on a magazine centerfold.

Having felt the enticing contours of her figure pressed against his, Xavier couldn't resist the allure of the moment. He gestured gallantly toward the bar across the room, saying, "Ladies first."

"So..." he said, leaning in closer to be heard over the music. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?"

Xavier's eyes sparkled with a mixture of confidence and mischief as he continued his pursuit of the beautiful woman. He knew his reputation as a charming playboy preceded him, and he had no qualms about using it to his advantage.

The woman turned her attention towards Xavier, her gaze meeting his with a hint of intrigue. She couldn't deny the allure of his charismatic presence and the magnetism that seemed to radiate from him.

He possessed striking features that seemed sculpted by an artist's hand. His sharp jawline accentuated his chiseled face, and his piercing eyes held a mysterious allure. Every aspect of his appearance exuded an undeniable charm, from his well-groomed hair to his confident stance. His presence commanded attention, and it was evident that his allure went far beyond mere handsomeness.

A playful smile curved her lips as she engaged in the banter.

"Well, when you're as stunning as me, you can't help but be drawn to places that match your energy," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of teasing.

Xavier chuckled, his charm amplified by his smooth voice. "Ah, so you're one of those who appreciates the finer things in life, I see."

She tilted her head, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Maybe. But what makes you think you're one of the finer things?"

Xavier's gaze locked with hers, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Oh, darling, I'm not just one of the finer things. I'm the epitome of it."

The woman let out a soft laugh, her eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and interest. Xavier had a way with words, and she found herself drawn to his confidence and charisma. But she wasn't one to be easily won over.

"Well, Mr. Epitome," she playfully retorted, "show me what makes you so extraordinary."

Xavier leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, sweetheart, if you give me a chance, I'll show you a world of pleasure and excitement that you've never experienced before."

Her gaze flickered with a hint of temptation, but she maintained a coy demeanor. "And what makes you think I'm interested in what you have to offer?"

Xavier's eyes glimmered with a mix of intrigue and challenge. He knew he had to up his game, as this woman was unlike any he had encountered before. He leaned back slightly, his tone a blend of seduction and confidence.

"Because deep down, you know that beneath my charming exterior lies a passion that will leave you breathless. Give in to the allure, and I promise you won't regret it."

The woman's facade wavered, a flicker of desire shimmering in her eyes. She was tempted by Xavier's words and the allure of an exhilarating encounter. But she wasn't one to surrender easily, knowing the reputation that accompanied men like him.

She leaned in closer, her voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill through Xavier's veins. "Prove it, Xavier. Show me that you're not just another man in a suit with empty promises."

Xavier's lips curled into a sly smile as he met her gaze, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Oh, my dear, I assure you I'm anything but ordinary. Allow me to show you the depths of my passion and the fire that burns within."

He traced a finger along the curve of her jaw, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Tonight, we'll create a memory that will leave you yearning for more. Let's dance in the realm of seduction, where the boundaries of pleasure are pushed to their limits."

Their eyes locked in an electric connection, the air thick with anticipation. Xavier's smooth voice carried a hint of playful seduction as he continued, "Shall we embark on this wild adventure together, where inhibitions are discarded, and our desires intertwine in a symphony of pleasure?"

"Definitely, Mr...?" she inquired, her voice trailing off in anticipation.

"Xavier, just call me Xavier," he responded smoothly, a hint of a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Susan's eyes sparkled with intrigue as she leaned in closer, her voice laced with a seductive undertone. "And I'm Elizabeth Summer. The pleasure is all mine, Xavier."

Xavier's gaze locked with hers, a magnetic pull between them. His voice dripped with charm as he continued, "The pleasure is truly mine, Elizabeth. But I have a feeling tonight holds even greater delights for both of us."

Their exchange was filled with a charged energy, a dance of flirtation that grew bolder with each passing moment. Xavier's words caressed her senses, drawing her deeper into his charismatic allure. Susan reveled in the attention, her playful smile revealing a sense of eagerness and anticipation.

As the night unfolded, their physical intensified, fueled by witty banter and stolen glances. Xavier's touch, so deliberate yet tantalizingly light, sent shivers down Susan's spine. Their laughter mingled with the pulsating music, creating a soundtrack to their shared adventure.

"Xavier, you're dangerous," Elizabeth whispered, her voice betraying a mix of excitement and caution.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, his voice a velvet whisper. "Oh, babe, I'm only dangerous to those who dare to join me on this exhilarating journey. Are you ready to surrender to the thrill?"

Their eyes locked, a silent agreement passing between them. In that moment, they knew the night would be filled with stolen moments and passionate touches. As they ventured out of the club, Xavier and Elizabeth embraced the allure of the present, reveling in the intoxicating dance of desire.

As they made their way out of the dimly lit club and into the cool night air, Xavier flashed a confident smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He extended his hand to the woman, a gesture that exuded charm and allure.

"Tell me, my Stella," Xavier purred, his voice dripping with seduction.

"It's Elizabeth!"

"Right Babe. What secrets do you keep hidden behind those captivating eyes? Tonight, let us revel in the thrill of the chase and the ecstasy of the forbidden."

The woman's lips curled into a flirtatious smile, her gaze locked with Xavier's. She leaned in closer, her breath teasing his ear. "I crave the taste of danger, Xavier. I want to feel the rush of your touch, to dance with you on the edge of temptation and lose ourselves in a whirlwind of passion."

Xavier's grin widened, his confidence radiating like an irresistible aura. "Then, my enchantress, let us ignite the night with our desires. My car, a symbol of both freedom and pleasure, awaits our command. Are you ready to surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of the night?"

With a playful glint in her eyes, the woman traced her fingers along Xavier's arm, sending shivers down his spine. "Lead the way, Xavier," she purred, her voice laced with anticipation. "I'm eager to explore the depths of your world and indulge in the allure of your playboy charm."

Their steps echoed with a tantalizing rhythm as they approached Xavier's sleek, black car, its sleek lines reflecting their shared hunger for excitement. Xavier held the door open, an invitation that spoke volumes of his confidence and allure.

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Elizabeth settled into the plush leather seat, Xavier closed the door with a gentle yet assured touch. He slid into the driver's seat, his posture exuding dominance and self-assurance. With a swift turn of the key, the engine roared to life, a symphony of power and temptation.

Their eyes met, a silent agreement to embark on a night of indulgence. "Hold on tight, sexy" Xavier whispered, his voice smoldering with anticipation. "Tonight, we shall explore the realms of pleasure and leave an indelible mark on the canvas of our desires."

And so, they set off into the night, Xavier driving with the skill of a man who knew the curves of both the road and the hearts he intended to conquer. Their destination, a secret playground where passions would ignite, and Xavier, the unabashed playboy, would leave his mark on yet another chapter of his captivating life.

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As Xavier and the woman entered his luxurious penthouse, the air was heavy with anticipation. The dimly lit space exuded an aura of sensuality, mirroring the desire that crackled between them. Their eyes locked, the magnetic pull between them growing stronger with each passing moment.

Xavier couldn't help but notice the woman's lingering gaze as she took in the opulence that surrounded them. She was captivated by the lavish decor, the intricate artwork, and the breathtaking view of the city skyline. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and desire.

"This place is incredible," she whispered, her voice laced with awe. "You must have everything you've ever dreamed of."

Xavier chuckled softly, his voice dripping with a hint of arrogance. "I have what I want, when I want it," he replied, his words carrying a tantalizing promise. "And tonight, I want you."

Their lips met in a fiery kiss, their hunger and passion intertwining in a dance of desire. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, their bodies craving the intoxicating pleasure that awaited them. Their clothes were shed with a fervor, discarded like remnants of the outside world.

In the embrace of the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, their bodies intertwined in a frenzy of lust and abandon. The room filled with their gasps and moans, the symphony of their passion echoing off the walls.

For one night, they lost themselves in a world where time stood still. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their connection intensifying with each electrifying touch. It was a night of unadulterated pleasure, fueled by desire and the pursuit of momentary ecstasy.

In that stolen moment, Xavier and the woman found solace in each other's arms, seeking refuge from their own complex lives. But as the night waned and the dawn approached, Xavier knew that their encounter was nothing more than a fleeting affair, destined to fade away with the morning light.

With the rising sun casting its gentle glow upon them, Xavier and the woman lay entwined, their bodies spent from their passionate encounter. In the stillness of the room, a bittersweet silence hung in the air, the unspoken acknowledgment that their paths would diverge as quickly as they had entwined.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Xavier slowly stirred from his slumber. He glanced at the woman lying next to him, her peaceful expression betraying the vulnerability of the night before. However, any warmth or tenderness that might have lingered within him had vanished with the fading embers of their passion.

With a calculated nonchalance, Xavier swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. He spoke with an air of detachment, as if their night together had been nothing more than a casual encounter.

"Hey, wake up!" Xavier gently tapped the woman lying in his bed, whose name he couldn't recall.

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes and greeted him with a seductive smile. "You're insatiable. Ready for another round?" she purred, tracing a finger teasingly across his chest.

Xavier's expression turned sour, clearly displeased.

"Last night was fun," he remarked, his tone devoid of any sincerity. "But it's time for you to leave."

The woman's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and hurt. She had hoped for something more, a lingering connection that went beyond the physical realm. She sat up, clutching the sheet around her, a hint of disappointment flickering in her eyes.

"What do you mean it was fun?" Xavier's voice held a note of frustration as he questioned her statement.

"Do I need to spell it out for you? Last night was just for fun, but now I'm bored. So, please leave," Xavier responded with a harsh tone.

"What the hell! You can't treat me like a slut just for a fleeting moment of pleasure?" Susan's voice quivered with anger, her eyes flashing with indignation.

Xavier's gaze remained fixed ahead, his tone icy and dismissive. "I never promised you anything, Sandra, Suzie or whatever your name is. This was clear from the start, a night of passion and nothing more. We both sought pleasure, and that's exactly what we found. It's time to accept that and move on."

Elizabeth's brows furrowed, her frustration evident. "But I thought there was something more between us, a connection beyond just physical desire."

Xavier let out a hollow laugh, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, my dear, don't be so naive. This is the game I play, and you willingly participated. There's no room for emotional entanglements in my world. I live for the thrill of the chase and the pleasure of the moment. Expecting anything beyond that would be a grave mistake."

Xavier watched her dress, a flicker of regret briefly crossing his features. But in the depths of his playboy soul, he knew that he couldn't afford to let emotions tether him down. He was young, andcenjoyed his freedom. There were many beautiful woman and countless possibilities, and he would continue his pursuit of pleasure, even if it meant leaving broken hearts in his wake.

The woman's face fell, the reality of their encounter crashing down upon her. She had allowed herself to be swept away by Xavier's charm, only to be met with his callousness in the morning light. She quickly dressed in silence, her heart heavy with disappointment and the bitter taste of regret.

As she reached for the door, she turned back to face Xavier, a mixture of anger and resignation in her eyes.

"You're a heartless man, Xavier Knight," she spat.

"One day," she declared, her voice laced with a touch of defiance, "you'll get a taste of your own medicine, Xavier. You think you can keep living this way, using and discarding people, but mark my words, when you least expect it, love will find you. And it'll hit you the hardest when your playboy ways come back to haunt you."

Xavier's eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity, a fleeting moment of vulnerability breaking through his composed façade. He looked at her, searching for any sign of jest or deception, but found none. A flicker of doubt crossed his features, though he quickly masked it with a dismissive smirk.

"You underestimate me," he retorted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Love is for the weak. It's a game I refuse to play."

The woman shook her head, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "We'll see," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of pity and anticipation. "No one is immune to love forever, Xavier. And when that day comes, you'll understand what you've been missing all along."

With those words hanging in the air, she turned and walked out of the penthouse, leaving Xavier to ponder the weight of her statement. The thought of love repelled him, stirring something deep within his guarded heart. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to stay true to his self-imposed detachment.

Instead of dwelling on his actions, Xavier pushed aside any lingering remorse. He had a reputation to maintain, an image to uphold. The world would see him as the unapologetic playboy, the man who reveled in fleeting encounters and left broken hearts in his wake.

"Women, give them an inch and they want the whole damn body," Xavier muttered under his breath, a hint of frustration tainting his words. "It's not like she didn't have a good time. I made sure of it."

But like every other woman before her, the morning always brought a sense of monotony, a predictable aftermath with temporary bed partners. Xavier sighed, the fleeting pleasure fading into the background. "Oh well, enough fun. Time to get ready for work."

With that, Xavier nonchalantly whistled as he entered his opulent ensuite, leaving the woman's presence behind as if she were a distant memory, another name lost in the sea of his past encounters.