Chapter 54 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

Alexander awoke in his spacious, luxurious bedroom in his magnificent mansion in Bel Air, one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in Los Angeles. The heavy curtains shielded the warm morning light, but it was the seductive aroma of freshly brewed coffee that made him want to rise from the soft, cool sheets.

He stretched, his muscles wonderfully relaxed after a restful night. Despite the late, or rather early, hour at which he had arrived home, he felt refreshed. Bel Air, with its sprawling estates and discreet neighbors, was the perfect retreat for someone like him-a place where he could escape the hustle and bustle of the city and the constant restlessness of his life as a celebrated designer and billionaire. And after a hard session with Britney, there was nothing better than waking up in his favorite mansion.

He heard soft music, the clatter of dishes from the kitchen, and the muffled footsteps of his housekeeper Maria - a clear sign that he should begin his morning routine. With a satisfied sigh, he made his way to the bathroom, its cool gray marble tiles a welcome relief to his bare feet. The bathroom was as opulent as the rest of the mansion: a large glass shower with a rainfall showerhead, flanked by two enormous mirrors that reflected the simple elegance of the room.

The hot shower fully awakened his senses. The water soothingly pelted his body, and as he lathered up, his mind drifted back to last night - absolutely perfect and satisfying. A glance down told him that he had indeed satisfied his need for sex. There was no movement. His cock hung limply and not even the lather made him stand up. He should give Britney a small bonus for her efforts.

After the shower, Alexander put on one of his tailored shirts, a light blue that emphasized his cool look, and a simple but elegant pair of pants. He always took care of his appearance, because his reputation as a designer depended not only on his creations, but also on his personal style. He never knew when he would be photographed or surprised with an interview. If he was too modern and funky, he lost credibility with his creations; if he was too conservative and subdued, he would no longer be trusted with playful commissions such as children’s rooms.

Dressed, he left the bedroom and followed the irresistible smell of coffee down the broad staircase that led to the ground floor. His Bel Air mansion offered breathtaking views of the city, and as he passed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, he could see the Los Angeles skyline in the distance, shimmering in the early morning sunlight.

A hearty breakfast awaited him in the spacious, light-filled kitchen, equipped with the latest technology and fine materials. Maria smiled at him as she poured the coffee. “Good morning, Mr. Fitzpatrick,” she greeted him politely and then continued in her friendly and motherly way. “You should be here more often. You’ve lost weight again, soon there won’t be anything left of you, then you’ll have to look for the designer in the suit. There’s just no good food in the city.”

Alexander sat down at the massive dark wooden dining table, smiled, picked up the steaming cup of coffee and inhaled the strong, earthy aroma before taking a sip. The breakfast was, as always, perfectly prepared: scrambled eggs with truffles, crispy bacon, freshly baked rolls and a selection of fruit.

“Maria, good morning to you too, and yes, you’re right, nowhere am I as well looked after as here.”

“Oh, Mr. Fitzpatrick,” she said, slapping his forearm playfully. Shaking her head, she turned away and left the kitchen to bustle about in one of the other rooms.

Alexander took some scrambled eggs and an olive. Maria had worked for him for over fifteen years. And he could understand that she missed taking care of him. But he wasn’t in his twenties anymore; he was fast approaching forty and needed more freedom and sometimes an environment where his housekeeper didn’t give him well-intentioned advice.

While he was enjoying his delicious breakfast, Maria returned to the table. In her hands she held a small, shimmering accessory that caught Alexander’s eye immediately. “Mr. Simon found this this morning while cleaning the limousine,” she said, handing him the golden clutch.

Alexander raised an eyebrow in surprise. “A clutch?” He took it in his hand. “In the limousine?”

“Yes. It was in the back of the footwell, Mr. Simon said.”

“Thank you, Maria.” He nodded to his housekeeper and she returned to her work. “It can only be Emily’s purse. But why would she leave it in the limousine?” He frowned thoughtfully. Had she deliberately left it there to have a reason to see him again? “That can’t be,” he muttered, taking another bite of scrambled egg. Lost in thought, he glanced at the small bag. Why hadn’t she called to get it back? It suddenly occurred to him that someone had tried to reach him during his session with Britney. He had completely forgotten about it. Damn it! While he had been ramming his dick down Britney’s throat, Emily had been wandering around somewhere in despair. Without her clutch, she had nothing but her clothes. And it was his fault for throwing her out of the car!

He leaned back in his chair, the elegant cutlery clinking softly as he set it down. She had to get the bag back as soon as possible. He could only hope that she wouldn’t have to spend the night on some park bench. As much as he would have liked to finish this delicious breakfast, Emily had to go first. Since he didn’t have any of Emily’s personal information, he couldn’t reach her personally. “Silly,” he muttered, shaking his head. Even if he knew where she lived, it wouldn’t help. She didn’t have her apartment key or cell phone with her - a woman didn’t carry those things on her person, but in her purse. There was only one place to go: the DarEnd-Agency.

He quickly typed a message to Susanne Enders, who mainly did the office work. Surely she would also take care of the hostesses‘ lost property. He told her briefly and succinctly that he would be by shortly to drop off an item. Susanne was discreet and efficient - she would make sure the delivery went smoothly.

After sending his message, he got up and made his way out. He said goodbye to Maria on his way out and made his way to his fleet of vehicles where his various treasures were kept. Each of his vehicles was a statement of his lifestyle and the different emotional worlds within him, but today he chose his personal favorite: the black Porsche 911 Turbo S. Elegant, powerful and sleek - he loved the precision of this car. It was the perfect car for today.

He revved the engine and savored the deep, throaty sound for a moment before steering the car out of the garage and down the private drive lined with manicured hedges. Bel Air stretched around him, with its imposing mansions and shimmering pools, but Alexander barely noticed as he reached the street. He slipped on his sunglasses and turned toward the city while he considered how to approach the subject of Emily again. He didn’t like the fact that he had almost lost his temper in her presence. There had to be a clear agreement on how she had to behave. This naive fool didn’t suit her and he didn’t understand her game. But as a client, he wouldn’t tolerate such behavior.

As he drove, he informed his security that he was already on his way to the DarEnd-Agency and would then go to his company.

The Porsche glided silently through the streets of Los Angeles, the morning sun reflecting off the shiny hood. Alexander enjoyed the car’s unparalleled comfort and performance - it was a feeling of freedom he didn’t want to miss, despite his often overworked days. He was proud to drive a car that not everyone could afford, and the extras on his sports car made him even more unique.

As he approached the agency, his phone rang. A message from Susanne: “We’re expecting you.”

He nodded contentedly as he read the message. In a moment, he would hand over the golden clutch and ease his guilty conscience. Perhaps he could make an appointment for their next meeting.

His eyes fell on the small golden purse. It contained everything that was important to Emily, so she always wanted to have it with her. Should he take a closer look before handing it over to Susanne? Or would he betray Emily’s trust?