ELITE KISS

ELITE KISS

Simple JB

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"ELITE KISS" invites readers into a captivating world of Alexander Westwood a genius billionaire heir attending Veritas university. Though gifted with unparalleled intellect and boundless wealth, Alexander struggles to find meaningful connections in the expectations placed upon him. When Ruby Thompson, a bright and determined young woman from a modest background, enter Veritas university on a scholarship, fate intertwine their lives. Drawn together by their shared passion for knowledge and a deep desire to make a desire to make a difference, Alexander and Ruby embark on a transformative journey of friendship, love and self discovery.

Chapter 1 SetGo

Alexander woke up with a surge of excitement coursing through his veins. It was his first day at Veritas University, a renowned institution known for its academic excellence. With a quick glance at the clock, he realized he had to get a move on to ensure he wouldn't be late for his first class.

Throwing back the covers, Alexander swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his mind already buzzing with anticipation. He couldn't afford to waste a moment. As he stood up, he stretched his limbs, feeling a surge of energy. Today was the day he had been waiting for-an opportunity to immerse himself in a world of knowledge, surrounded by brilliant minds.

Hurriedly, Alexander made his way to the bathroom, splashing cool water on his face. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes gleaming with determination. Today, he would make an impression, not only through his intellect but also through his punctuality and eagerness to learn.

After a refreshing shower, Alexander dressed in his crisply ironed shirt, his favorite blazer, and tailored trousers. Every detail mattered to him, from the way he presented himself to the world to the meticulous care he took with his appearance. It was a reflection of his commitment to excellence in all aspects of his life.

Alexander walked into the elegant dining room, the aroma of freshly prepared breakfast wafting through the air. His mother, Mrs. Westwood, stood near the table, adorned with an array of delectable dishes.

"Alexander, your breakfast is ready," Mrs. Westwood called out, her voice filled with warmth and concern.

Alexander approached the table, his brow furrowed and his appetite absent. He sighed, feeling a heavy weight in his chest. "Oh, no, Mom. I don't feel like eating," he replied, his voice tinged with melancholy.

Mrs. Westwood looked at her son with a mix of understanding and worry. She knew that Alexander's passion for academic pursuits often consumed him, leaving little room for self-care. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder, her touch conveying both love and a reminder of his well-being.

"No, son," she said softly, her voice filled with maternal concern. "You have to at least take something. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and you need the energy to fuel your mind and body."

Alexander sighed, his eyes meeting his mother's gaze. He knew she was right, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts and ambitions that overshadowed his hunger. He felt torn between his insatiable thirst for knowledge and the basic needs of his physical well-being.

"I know, Mom," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "But my mind is racing with ideas, and there's so much I want to accomplish. Eating feels like a distraction."

Mrs. Westwood smiled tenderly, her love and understanding shining through her eyes. "I understand your drive, my dear, but remember that taking care of yourself is an integral part of achieving your goals. Nourishing your body helps nourish your mind."

Alexander's resolve softened, and he nodded in acknowledgment. He realized that his mother's words held wisdom born out of love and experience. He knew he couldn't neglect his basic needs in pursuit of his ambitions.

With a sigh, he approached the table and picked up a piece of fruit, taking a small bite. The burst of flavor danced on his taste buds, reminding him of the simple pleasures of life. As he continued to eat, his appetite slowly awakened, and he found himself appreciating the care and effort that went into the meal.

Mrs. Westwood watched her son with a mixture of relief and pride. She knew that nurturing both his intellect and his physical well-being was crucial for his success and happiness. She silently hoped that this small act of self-care would serve as a reminder for Alexander to find balance amidst his ambitions.

Mrs. Westwood stood near the entrance, a proud smile on her face, as she addressed Alexander. The morning sun cast a golden glow on the luxurious cars lined up in the driveway.

"Good son, now which ride will you be taking to campus?" Mrs. Westwood asked, her voice filled with admiration.

Alexander looked at the gleaming vehicles, each representing elegance and style in its own right. He contemplated for a moment, considering his options. His eyes wandered from the Phantom's regal presence to the Continental's sleek lines.

"No, Mom," Alexander replied, his voice filled with determination. "Since it's my choice, I will be riding the Bentley Continental."

Mrs. Westwood nodded, her smile unwavering. She respected her son's decision, knowing that the Continental resonated more with his personality and preferences. She believed in allowing Alexander to embrace his individuality and make choices that reflected his own desires.

"Good son," she said, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement. "Now go and show the world what you are made of."

Alexander, fueled by his mother's unwavering support, walked towards the Bentley Continental. As he opened the door, he felt a surge of excitement coursing through his veins. The scent of premium leather greeted him as he settled into the driver's seat, his fingers caressing the sleek dashboard.

With a press of a button, the engine roared to life, its power eager to be unleashed. Alexander glanced at his mother, who stood at the doorstep, a proud expression on her face. He smiled back at her, gratitude and determination shining in his eyes.

As Alexander drove off, the Bentley Continental effortlessly gliding down the road, he felt a sense of purpose and ambition coursing through his veins. The vehicle's refined handling and powerful performance were a testament to his own drive to excel. It was a symbol of his aspirations and the embodiment of his relentless pursuit of success.

With each mile that passed, Alexander knew he was embarking on a journey to make a name for himself, armed not only with his intellect but also with the unwavering support of his mother and the remarkable vehicle beneath him. And as he embarked on this path, he vowed to embrace every challenge, seize every opportunity, and leave an indelible mark on the world.

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