Alexander.
His soulless spine-chilling gaze strolled around the room perching on every single fabric that enticed him that morning but oh well, a man like him with no care of looking terrible in anything settled for the most comfortable— A sweatpant and a baggy sweatshirt, he was going with the casuals and was out of the 'fashion paradise ' of a closet in a blink.
Strolling through the large doors that opened wide to accompany him into the large space, his steps were quite gentle, so was his demeanor. He appeared composed and solely unbothered as he had always been from birth, nothing in him changed quite frankly, nothing except his evolution of enthralling elegance from childhood to adulthood.
A man blessed with these flawless features, accompanied by a family that has traversed through wealth from generation to generation to generation, glazed with power but still with no glimpse of happiness.
He is the coldest being alive, not to talk of his ruthlessness as just a minor attribute to his personality, and heartlessness his regular mood swing, A foul-mouthed inconsiderate human without an atom of remorsefulness as he vents honesty in its pure form.
Nobody wants to be told the truth, hence, he had a lot that despised him, and so many that wanted to see him go down but was that even possible? The more tantrums thrown at him, the more charismatic he is displayed to the world, that was his effect.
scrrrch' 'scrrrch'
Each single inbuilt transcendent bulb in the ceiling shined brightly on the man that stood underneath it like a stage light directed at a famous star... he shined brightly, stepping lightly as he moved in the direction where his nose twitched slightly.
Breakfast had long been made by his chef and had been served, several delicacies of deliciousness. Unhurriedly, he adjusted the chair and made himself comfortable before picking up the cutleries neatly arranged beside the dishes, starting with the traditional omelet.
What went on in his head? Who knows? Random things probably, but not a single thought of what had happened previously, or the past, or even the previous day. Apparently, nothing of great relevance had appeared before the eyes of the almighty Alexander Gareth Hilmpton, so he had a habit of apprehending every single person under the same category. 'Puppet'
The slightest probability of being recognized by him could fall under the category of 'Relatives' and 'Wealthy Friends' – welcome to his world.
With a slight 'hum' from his throat, he closed his eyes, savoring the mixture of flavourful evolution of chicken offspring and the warm goodness of fresh morning brewed lactose in his mouth, 'Bon Appetite' indeed.
Nothing delighted him so everly other than the sound of absolute silence and a healthy morning breakfast made with a touch of perfection by the best Chef there is in Manhattan.
This was what he called 'The perfect morning' until... the call came in.
Caller: Unknown.
Looking at the screen with a lifted brow and disgust, he picked up the call and left it on speaker while he continued on his breakfast.
Then the voice came in. "I must say, you my friend have an unbeatable technique when it comes to 'Seeking Attention ' Xander".
For a moment there he was confused.
Who the hell is this?
Xander??
The Audacity...
But hold up one sec... The Accent, Xander...
There's only one person in this entire globe who calls him Xander...
Great! There goes breakfast.
"Your Royal Majesty... To what pleasure do I owe this endearing call at this... hour?" The sarcasm was evident in his tone.
Muhammad Nasir Malik
The only man capable of such audacity. The crowned prince of Dubai– His only friend, even if he doesn't say it.
"Dude, A hundred and fifty countries? That's almost the entire globe...You really run the media, huh?"
With a sigh, he settled for the orange juice by the left, taking a sip.
'What is this idiot cooking up now? ' he thought.
"C'est la vi, brother". Was all he could say, playing along to the supposed news he knew nothing about.
"Alexander has a lover? I don't buy it. Tell me, who is this? Who trapped you? Tell me you haven't been jinxed, Xander... Where are you?"
Wait what?
Love?
Lover???!!
When?? Who??