Owned by a man I couldn't trust

He didn't believe in love at first sight. But the moment he saw her, his first thought wasn't about love anyway.

"I want to fuck her."

Crude. Reckless. But brutally honest.

"Forget everything," Alex said suddenly, his voice low and intense. His assistant looked up, startled by the change in his tone.

"I want her in my bed tonight."

Andrew blinked in disbelief. The words hung in the air, and for a moment, he wondered if he had misheard. But Alex's eyes were dark, filled with a mix of anger and something else something more dangerous.

He wanted her. He wanted her in ways he hadn't expected. And it happened for the first time in his life.

Few hours ago

It was a bright Sunday morning, and Alex lay sprawled across his luxurious king-sized bed, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains untouched by human hands. No one dared disturb him, not even his personal assistant, Andrew, nor the team of bodyguards stationed outside his suite. They all knew the unwritten rule "Never interrupt Alex unless summoned."

The silence was broken only by the sound of muffled footsteps. A young woman emerged from his room, her movements slow and hesitant. She winced with every step, her face pale and etched with discomfort. Her disheveled appearance betrayed the storm she had endured, but she kept her gaze fixed ahead.

She didn't dare glance back at the man who remained asleep in that grand room. She knew better. Alex's reputation preceded him, a man of power, ruthlessness, and a temper as volatile as the markets he dominated. This was her first and last time in his world, a fleeting encounter she'd prefer to forget. Leaving before he woke up was the safest choice, no matter the humiliation in her heart.

Moments later, Alex stirred. His hand reached instinctively for the silk robe draped over the nearby chair. Rubbing his eyes, he got up, his posture commanding even in casual moments. Born into a dynasty of wealth, Alex had never known struggle. His mother and grandfather had ensured that his every whim was indulged, shaping him into the proud, calculating man he was today. Power was his birthright, and he wielded it with an iron fist.

At an age when most people scraped by with entry level jobs, Alex owned sprawling properties, luxury hotels, and global business enterprises. This hotel suite, like many of the towering buildings in the skyline, was part of his empire. His connections extended beyond the world of legitimate business alliances with shady figures and influential mafias ensured that he could eliminate obstacles without dirtying his hands.

Despite the allure of his life, Alex rarely rested. Even Sundays were consumed by the demands of his sprawling empire. He reached for his phone, dialing a number with practiced precision.

Before the third ring, his personal assistant, Andrew, entered the suite with quiet efficiency, bowing his head slightly as a gesture of respect.

"Good morning, sir," Andrew greeted, his tone as polished as his appearance.

Alex's assistant, Andrew was a man of quiet strength. He moved with purpose, his posture straight and commanding, yet there was a calmness about him that put people at ease. His aura was undeniable, strong, focused, and dependable, like someone who could carry the weight of the world without complaint.

But it was his eyes that softened the edge of his presence. They were kind, warm, and deeply attentive, as if he truly saw the people he interacted with. His voice matched his demeanor, polite and composed, every word carefully chosen. He was the type of man who radiated both authority and approachability, making him the perfect right hand for someone like Alex.

Alex began speaking in his cold, detached voice, one that could chill even the most confident of men.

"Give her whatever she wants," he ordered, waving a dismissive hand. "And make sure she never shows her face to me again."

Andrew nodded, understanding the routine. For Alex, this wasn't an unusual request, it was standard practice.

One night stands had long since become mundane for him. What once held novelty now felt like a chore. The excitement he had once sought in fleeting encounters had dulled over time. It wasn't about intimacy anymore, just a fleeting distraction from the relentless grind of his 24/7 lifestyle.

Lately, even this temporary escape failed to satisfy him. The thrill was gone, replaced by an irritating monotony. Yet he continued, convincing himself that he deserved these indulgences. After all, his life was one of constant pressure, power, and responsibility. Surely, he was entitled to some pleasure.

But deep down, Alex knew something was missing. He wanted something else something he couldn't quite name. Yet the idea of commitment, of seeing the same face day after day, repulsed him. A girlfriend? Relationships? Those were absurd notions for someone like him.

Why settle for one when he could have anyone?

Andrew cleared his throat, pulling Alex from his thoughts.

"Sir, you're scheduled to attend the launch at Mr. Wilson's showroom today. He has invited you personally to cut the ribbon for the grand opening in your mall. It's for his new collection."

Alex sighed in irritation, running a hand through his hair. Public appearances like this were exhausting, but unavoidable. He understood the importance of maintaining alliances with powerful businessmen. Besides, Richard Wilson, the owner of RW Enterprises, was no ordinary businessman.

Richard's watch brand was a global sensation, and Alex had been collecting RW watches for six years. The new collection, already creating a frenzy among the public, was no different.

Boys were saving up for months to own just one piece. But Alex? He wasn't fazed. The first piece of this limited-edition collection was already on his wrist, gifted by Richard weeks ago.

Still, a promise was a promise, and Alex had assured Richard he would attend. For Richard, Alex's presence would be invaluable , a promotion worth more than any marketing campaign.

Alex rose from his bed and headed to the bathroom. His suite, lavishly tailored to his needs, had everything he could want, from custom-made suits to a curated collection of colognes. After his meticulous morning routine, he donned a sleek, tailored suit that perfectly complemented his sharp features. He stood before the mirror, admiring his reflection, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.

He stood like a marble statue, tall and impeccably handsome, with sharp, chiseled features that seemed carved by perfection itself. His pale skin contrasted against the darkness of his tailored suits, exuding an air of effortless sophistication. Wealth clung to him like a second skin, evident in every detail, from the glint of his platinum cufflinks to the subtle arrogance in his stride.

His eyes, though captivating, were a stark betrayal of his beauty. They held no warmth, no trace of kindness, just a piercing, merciless gaze that seemed to strip away pretense and leave others vulnerable under his scrutiny. There was a chill about him, as though his heart had long been encased in ice, untouchable and unyielding.

Authority radiated from him, not through loud words or grand gestures, but in the way he commanded a room with a single glance. Spoiled by wealth and hardened by power, he carried himself as though the world existed to bow to his will. Emotion, to him, was a weakness he had long since discarded, leaving behind a man whose beauty was as intimidating as it was alluring.

Exiting the suite, Alex was met with a synchronized bow from his staff and bodyguards. One guard, speaking into his Bluetooth, announced, "Clear the way. Sir is coming."

As Alex strode down the private hallway, employees bowed their heads, a mix of respect and fear flickering in their eyes. No one dared to meet his gaze. His exclusive path was strictly off limits to anyone without Andrew's explicit permission.

Outside, his assistant held the car door open for him. Alex stepped inside, settling into the leather seat with a practiced air of authority. Andrew joined him in the driver's seat, while one bodyguard took the passenger side.

Two additional cars, one leading and one trailing, formed a protective convoy.

While his life wasn't under immediate threat, Alex's status as a powerful figure made him a target for envious rivals and hidden enemies. His grandfather, understanding the dangers of this world, had appointed a team of twenty elite bodyguards to ensure his grandson's safety.

Leaning back in his seat, Alex glanced at the watch on his wrist. It gleamed under the light, a symbol of his influence and privilege. He scoffed at the thought of people clamoring to see the new design, knowing he'd already claimed it as his own weeks ago. This was his world, a world where he was always one step ahead.

To be continued