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.