BILLIONAIRE'S STUTTERING BRIDE

CHAPTER 4

Xavier was rudely awakened by the intrusive beep of his alarm, a cruel reminder of how little sleep he had received. With a groan, he reached out to silence the persistent noise.

Gradually Xavier's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the invading rays of morning sunlight that pierced through the bedroom curtains. As consciousness slowly seeped in, his gaze darted around the room, landing on the sight before him that sent a jolt of confusion through his hazy mind. Two women lay entangled beside him, their forms partially covered by the tangled sheets.

A whirlwind of fragmented memories tugged at the edges of Xavier's recollection, teasing him with glimpses of laughter and swirling drinks. There was a tantalizing sense of freedom lingering within the hazy recesses of his mind, yet the details remained frustratingly elusive, lost in the thick fog of intoxication. He groaned, a headache pounding in his temples, as he desperately attempted to piece together the puzzle of his blurred evening.

His heart pounded, not solely from the remnants of alcohol coursing through his veins, but also from the realization that his father's voice boomed beyond the threshold of his bedroom. Xavier's gaze flickered through the slightly open door, where his father sat, with a magazine clutched in his hand, his face a mask of disappointment and disapproval.

"Xavier, get up now!" His father's voice thundered through the penthouse again, jolting Xavier instantly from his restless slumber. The sheer volume of the command reverberated painfully in his throbbing hangover head, acting as a cruel alarm clock he wished he could ignore.

This early visit from his dad was highly unusual, sparking Xavier's curiosity. It had to be something significant to drag his father out at such an hour.

Carefully disentangling himself from the embrace of the two women, Xavier stealthily slipped into his pajamas, ensuring to close the door on the way out

Rubbing his temples, Xavier stumbled into the living room, his eyes locked with his father, who sat on the couch with a look of anger etched across his face.

Xavier's voice dropped to a murmur, laced with a hint of unease.
"Hmm. Looks like I'm in trouble"

Xavier observed his father closely, his silence echoing his curiosity about the unexpected early visit. As he tries to decipher the purpose behind his father's presence, he eventually rises from his seat.

"Good morning, son," William greeted, his voice carrying a heavy weight of disappointment.

"Hey. What-What are you doing here, Dad?" Xavier stammered, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure.

He looked back at his bedroom door, making sure it was shut.

"How long will this continue?" William inquired, locking eyes with his son, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. "I need to know, so I can pencil it into my calendar," he added with a mocking tone.

Xavier furrowed his brow, thoroughly perplexed by his father's cryptic remarks.

"How long will what continue, Dad? I'm not quite following you."

"I don't expect you to understand, and you never will. Anyways, I must say, your behavior last night was far from admirable,"
William stated, his tone cutting through the air like a blade. "This incessant partying and womanizing is beneath a Knight." He all but shouted throwing the magazine onto the coffee table where Xavier graced the cover.

William's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed upon the magazine's open pages, revealing scandalous snapshots captured in the depths of the night. Xavier's heart sank as he realized that his father had caught wind of his reckless exploits. He sighed and
a hand down his face in frustration.