BILLIONAIRE'S STUTTERING BRIDE

CHAPTER 6

Xavier and Alex arrived at the party after a night at the club, lured in by a friend's invitation they received via text message. The moment they stepped inside, they were met with an atmosphere thick with the sweet and pungent smell of weed smoke. The cloud of smoke hung in the air like low-hanging fog, wrapping the party in a hazy embrace.

Xavier inhaled deeply, savoring the distinct scent that lingered in the room. As he settled into a plush leather armchair, he surveyed the scene before him. The party was a stark contrast to the controlled world he usually inhabited. He longed to revel in the carefree spirit of the night, to rebel against his father's impending wedding plans for him. But he knew all too well that rebellion would be futile, as his father had a firm grip on the situation.

The room buzzed with chaotic energy, the thumping music making the floor vibrate beneath their feet. There were people dancing, laughing, and lost in their own world. The dim lights and colorful strobes painted the atmosphere in shades of intensity, creating a visually captivating scene.

Despite the chaos, Xavier found his place in the midst of it all, feeling like an indolent king perched on his throne, silently observing the revelry while sipping his drink.

The party was hosted by Xavier's friend Ronnie, a wealthy hotelier, who relished these weekend gatherings. It was a time for friends to come together, enjoying the company of beautiful women, indulging in recreational substances, and not worrying about privacy.

Shitty trance music echoed through the speakers, filling the room with an incessant, throbbing beat. Xavier couldn't help but frown as he leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink, and his dark eyes darted around the room. He grumbled when the song became intolerable.

"What the hell, Alex? Turn that crap off," Xavier snapped, his frustration evident. The relentless music was grating on his nerves, and his stern gaze shifted to his friend.

Alex, with a mischievous glint in his eye, grabbed the phone connected to the Bluetooth speaker and paused the music. He flashed a knowing smile at Xavier, fully aware of his grumpiness.

Alex flashed a playful smile, and then, with exaggerated theatricality, blew Xavier a playful kiss. Xavier, annoyed by both the music and Alex's antics, couldn't help but release a heavy, exasperated sigh.

With the music silenced for the moment, the room felt a bit more bearable, but the party continued in full swing, bathed in dim, colorful lights that pulsed with the new music, creating a lively and energetic atmosphere.

A hand slid sensuously along Xavier's jean-covered thigh, briefly pulling his attention away from the thumping music. He glanced down to find Elizabeth, coiled between his spread legs, kneeling on the floor. As he stared at her, he couldn't help but wonder if she had chosen the wrong lighting to do her makeup. Under the harsh glare of the lamp behind him, her face and neck displayed a stark contrast, making her makeup appear uneven and almost artificial. The excessive application of foundation left her skin dry and mismatched, a stark difference from the illusion of a flawless complexion she seemed to be aiming for.

Xavier gently removed her hand, redirecting her attention. His voice carried a tone of authority, instructing her, "Go get me a drink," even though there was a nearly full beer on the table right next to him.

“Of course, Xavier," Elizabeth responded with a sultry purr, using her hands to help herself up onto sky-high heels, which clacked too loudly on the tile floor as she sashayed away.

Xavier's gaze lingered briefly on her departing figure, recognizing her semi-decent assets, before Alex plopped himself down next to him.

"I can't believe you just turned her down. Must be taking this whole marriage thing seriously," Alex chuckled with a teasing tone.