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CHAPTER 2B

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Xavier slowly stirred from his slumber. He glanced at the woman lying next to him, her peaceful expression betraying the vulnerability of the night before. However, any warmth or tenderness that might have lingered within him had vanished with the fading embers of their passion.

With a calculated nonchalance, Xavier swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. He spoke with an air of detachment, as if their night together had been nothing more than a casual encounter.

"Hey, wake up!" Xavier gently tapped the woman lying in his bed, whose name he couldn't recall.

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes and greeted him with a seductive smile.

"You're insatiable. Ready for another round?" she purred, tracing a finger teasingly across his chest.

Xavier's expression turned sour, clearly displeased.

"Last night was fun," he remarked, his tone devoid of any sincerity.

"But it's time for you to leave."

The woman's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and hurt. She had hoped for something more, a lingering connection that went beyond the physical realm. She sat up, clutching the sheet around her, a hint of disappointment flickering in her eyes.

"What do you mean it was fun?" Xavier's voice held a note of frustration as he questioned her statement.

"Do I need to spell it out for you? Last night was just for fun, but now I'm bored. So, please leave," Xavier responded with a harsh tone.

"What the hell! You can't treat me like a slut just for a fleeting moment of pleasure?" Elisabeth voice quivered with anger, her eyes flashing with indignation.

Xavier's gaze remained fixed ahead, his tone icy and dismissive.

"I never promised you anything, Sandra, Suzie or whatever your name is. This was clear from the start, a night of passion and nothing more. We both sought pleasure, and that's exactly what we found. It's time to accept that and move on."

Elizabeth's brows furrowed, her frustration evident.

"But I thought there was something more between us, a connection beyond just physical desire."

Xavier let out a hollow laugh, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, my dear, don't be so naive. This is the game I play, and you willingly participated. There's no room for emotional entanglements in my world. I live for the thrill of the chase and the pleasure of the moment.

Expecting anything beyond that would be a grave mistake."

Xavier watched her dress, a flicker of regret briefly crossing his features. But in the depths of his playboy soul, he knew that he couldn't afford to let emotions tether him down. He was young, andcenjoyed his freedom. There were many beautiful woman and countless possibilities, and he would continue his pursuit of pleasure, even if it meant leaving broken hearts in his wake.

The woman's face fell, the reality of their encounter crashing down upon her. She had allowed herself to be swept away by Xavier's charm, only to be met with his callousness in the morning light. She quickly dressed in silence, her heart heavy with disappointment and the bitter taste of regret.

As she reached for the door, she turned back to face Xavier, a mixture of anger and resignation in her eyes.

"You're a heartless man, Xavier Knight," she spat.

"One day," she declared, her voice laced with a touch of defiance, "you'll get a taste of your own medicine, Xavier. You think you can keep living this way, using and discarding people, but mark my words, when you least expect it, love will find you. And it'll hit you the hardest when your playboy ways come back to haunt you."

Xavier's eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity, a fleeting moment of vulnerability breaking through his composed façade. He looked at her, searching for any sign of jest or deception, but found none. A flicker of doubt crossed his features, though he quickly masked it with a dismissive smirk.

"You underestimate me," he retorted, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Love is for the weak. It's a game I refuse to play."

The woman shook her head, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"We'll see," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of pity and anticipation.

"No one is immune to love forever, Xavier. And when that day comes, you'll understand what you've been missing all along."

With those words hanging in the air, she turned and walked out of the penthouse, leaving Xavier to ponder the weight of her statement. The thought of love repelled him, stirring something deep within his guarded heart. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to stay true to his self-imposed detachment.

Instead of dwelling on his actions, Xavier pushed aside any lingering remorse. He had a reputation to maintain, an image to uphold. The world would see him as the unapologetic playboy, the man who reveled in fleeting encounters and left broken hearts in his wake.

"Women, give them an inch and they want the whole damn body," Xavier muttered under his breath, a hint of frustration tainting his words.

"It's not like she didn't have a good time. I made sure of it."

But like every other woman before her, the morning always brought a sense of monotony, a predictable aftermath with temporary bed partners. Xavier sighed, the fleeting pleasure fading into the background. "Oh well, enough fun. Time to get ready for work."

With that, Xavier nonchalantly whistled as he entered his opulent ensuite, leaving the woman's presence behind as if she were a distant memory, another name lost in the sea of his past encounters

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