Chapter 2 Alexander Hunt

In the middle of the night, an expensive Boeing private helicopter landed with a whirling-whapping sound on the world's tallest residential building in New York.

The thrumming of the helicopter blades twirling the chilly weather into the gale of icy wind.

As the door opened, an elegant young man wearing an expensive business suit designed by his couturier came out.

His arrogant, cold looks perfectly matched his classy moves.

At nearly 1,400 feet, looking down on the Empire State Building, you aren't just above New York City - you lord over it. Cars become toys, and people become dots. Central Park shrinks from a lush oasis of trees and playing fields to a small grass welcome mat for your private domain. Your head is truly in the clouds.

He lives on the top floor of the world's tallest residential building.

The penthouse on the top floor is called the statement.

He is the owner of New York's top fashion company named Enamore. Recognized as the youngest entrepreneur, he liked to stay on top of everything.

He is the most eligible bachelor in the country.

Every girl is dying to get his attention and eager to crawl into his bed. As he came out of the helicopter, his manager came and greeted him.

"Hello, Sir." the manager purred.

"Are you done with the arrangements for the party?" He ruffed.

"Yes, I sent the invitations to all the business competitors...,"

The manager answered.

"Change the theme to Masquerade ball."

"It will be difficult; tomorrow is the party, and all the arrangements are finished. Sir," the manager answered.

"Who am I?"

"You are Alexander Hunt," the manager purred in a low voice.

"And?"

"You never listen, no, for anything. Sorry, sir, I will arrange it as you say." The manager answered.

Alexander entered his house and closed the door behind his back.

The manager stood in front of the closed door, not surprised by his rude behavior.

He signed and left the closed door,

Hastily, he sends the e-mail to all the teams.

Tomorrow is the party, and the theme changed to a Masquerade ball.

He took the elevator from the 132nd floor to the ground.

As Alexander entered his house,

He smiled at the way he dictated his fate. He feels proud when he sees his achievement without his father's help.

He stayed alone, or should we say there was no other option for him?

His mother died when he was five years old, and when he realized the vacuum created by his mom, his dad married another woman.

She became a wife but never a mother to him. In his early childhood, he understood the meaning of money and power.

His mother never loved him, although he was affectionate with his little stepbrother.

During his teenage, he had a few affairs to find love from a woman, but sooner, he realized the bird called love never existed.

His family turned him into a ruthless and arrogant man.

He uses women for his pleasure but never loves them.

His ruthless behavior broke thousands of hearts.

The only aim for his life was to be on top and beat and swallow others' business.

He threw on his shoes and took off his clothes for a hot shower.

The shower alone has a panel with more than a hundred options you can choose to regulate water temperature, pressure, soaps, shampoos, scents, oils, and massaging sponges.

The shower was not a closed room made of bricks or concrete.

It comprised glass, exposing the view of the city.

While taking a hot shower in this chilly weather, placing his hands on the glass walls, he can enjoy his dictatorship while being nude at the city's top.

After an exposing shower, he came to his gigantic closet carrying thousands of masterpiece clothes and shoes.

From the corner, he took out his exclusive boxers; wear them.

Whether you are a rich guy or a poor guy, at night, all you need is lovely food and sleep.

He walked towards the kitchen where his chef cooked. His meal was ready and hot.

He grabbed a few bites and took his wineglass as he opened his tv.

It was not an ordinary tv; it was the giant tv available in the market by Samsung.

The Wall MicroLED TV is a whopping 292 inches, with an 8K model at 150 inches. Just plain huge.

He changed a few channels as he finished his glass of wine, threw the remote on the floor, and walked toward his bedroom.

Although he had all the pleasure in the world, there is an emptiness in his heart that no one can fill.

He never allowed a woman to come near his heart and never showed his weak phase to anybody.

He lost the capability of love after his mother's death.

He became an expert in hiding his feeling, wrapped and concealing everything behind his arrogance and ruthless dictatorship aura.

After finishing his wine, he opened his laptop and read the mail sent from his partner, his best friend, Israel.

The only man who saw a soft heart in Alexander was Israel.

Israel is the partner in his company and his only friend.

The message that popped up on his phone made him smile.

It was Israel asking him about the trip.

"Hey man, so how was your trip?" He called.

"You know me," Alexander answered with a smirk.

"I know; you got the contract. I am talking about your trip?" He raised his brow at the video call.

He winked his eyes as he was asking about the pleasure trip he had in a few days or not.

"Ahh... Yeah," Alexander answered casually.

"Fuck man, you seriously got his daughter," Israel screamed excitedly.

"I did nothing to allure her. She willingly came to my hotel room."

Alexander answered.

"Man, you are a real hunter. I need to know every detail tomorrow." Israel answered in a jealous tone.

"There is nothing to say," Alexander laughed.

As they hung up the phone, Alexander went to his bedroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror and called himself.

A winner.

He jumped on his bed and snuggled under the blanket.