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Chapter 2 - The Press

I regained my consciousness after a short while, I was given food to eat and clothes to wear as I was escorted by Agent Ava and her crew to my living quarters. 

Huge grand doors opened, as I walked in.

The air smells faintly of oud, something metallic-cold like impending rain-perfume, screaming luxury.

Somewhere far above, out of sight, a very low cello note plays once every ninety seconds-more felt in the heart than heard. 

To the left and the right, two grand monumental staircases, covered in thick granite marbles that mirrored the reflection of light. 

Each and every room was unique as they all gave a presidential standard of living space. 

I couldn't imagine how a nobody side character like me could one day become so special to the world. 

It felt too good to be true. 

A middle aged beautiful woman seemed to be in her late thirties, walked up to me, and introduced herself. 

"Good evening master, I'm Matilda Sanchez, your personal maid and whatever you need, I'll have it ready immediately." 

"My only existence is to serve you"…. she slightly bent her head down, with a grin on her face. 

With her hands narrowly crossing down over her body, her massive boobs stood visible, as both walls rubbed and jiggled together. 

"Let me show you to your room master and that of your escorts."

"And also tomorrow you have a meeting to attend, so get your rest tonight, maybe you need me to keep you company!?"

"No, not at all, thank you Matilda"

"You can excuse me now".. I closed the door and exhaled, at the overwhelming power and pressure that had come with this gift or curse that had befallen on me. 

I walked around the room admiring the luxury bestowed upon me, but I felt sad despite the new life I found myself in. 

Aubrey, my fiancée couldn't escape my mind, as I had longed to experience such comfort with her.

And knowing what I'd be up against, In mating with the world, I still want to be the first experience Aubrey will have since she was a virgin as well, and I want to keep mine as well for her. 

Because she means the world to me.

Also Judging my heightened abilities that would make me struggle in keeping my promise to her, I have to persevere for her sake. 

All these thoughts clouded my mind, as I paced uncomfortably upon this kings sized bed, i niether slumbered. 

The time had come, in the Government White House, all the leaders of each country, all the way from Eastern Europe, the Middle East, Eastern/south Asia, the whole African continent, Caribbean islands, South America and Oceania had assembled their elites, NGO's, CEO's, boss babes in government offices, and presidents all gathered to witness their savior.

 In such an environment I realized how special I was, right from the moment i left my penthouse mega villa, the world had really changed, women still found a way to keep the social structures alive, but this was only for a minority who have the means to afford standard living, while the others scavenged for crumbs. 

At the conference hall I was seated, where everyone could see me, as the meeting was televised.

Theevolution of humanity begins now.

President Rachel Kennedy, arose to announce the beginning of a new era. The new mating system of the world, as she stepped up to the podium, and cameras clicked.

"I stand today to represent the world government."

"Each and every woman seated here today and those outside these walls, including myself, now belong to the last surviving man, who is seated here with us, Alexander Epstein."

"He is the most valuable human on earth and this is a God Given Grace to us, to make it right again."

"He should be treated as a god amongst us."

The whole time she was giving the speech I couldn't take my eyes off her, because of how much of an Amazon goddess she presented herself to be. 

A brown skinned, 6ft7 tall, curvy woman, her hazel eyes glowed as the lights hit them, her hair was long enough to sweep the floor. 

My intrusive thoughts wanted me to explore more features of her magnificent body, through my heightened vision, but I neglected the thought of that. 

I glanced at the crowd, seeing each and every woman happily applauding the speech Rachel Kennedy gave. 

Some part of me loved the adoration I received, but the other felt guilty for the sake of Aubrey. 

 I immediately got up, and spoke loudly. 

"I refuse to mate with any of you."

"My desire is only for one woman, and she's the one I want out of the billions of individuals out there."

"So I request to have her brought to me with immediate measures."

All eyes remained on me, the silence grew loud enough to hear a pen click. 

From the back seat, I heard a lady mutter. 

"How can our savior be so foolish and selfish at the same time."

An immediate thought of realization struck my mind, knowing I just stupidly messed up. F*ck!!…. I bowed my head in shame.

The hall felt like it was going to explode, the noise grew louder as they couldn't accept the message that was passed to them by me. 

It felt like the walls seemed to cave in on me. 

I looked at Olivia and Rachel and I saw the unpleasant look they had towards me. 

I honestly didn't mean it this way, now I look like the bad guy, and I'm being painted as a villain. 

Meanwhile deep down in my being, I admired each and every woman I saw, they were all of unique shapes and sizes, races and ethnic backgrounds, I want to breed them all. 

But firstly my heart belongs to Aubrey, i don't want to hurt her. 

After minutes of rampant noises, president Rachel, brought the press back to decorum.

As she asked me…"And who is this woman you speak off."

"I request not to mention you on Air, but if you can hear me darling, i still love you."

Everyone were in rage, grumbling to themselves. 

The broadcasting team switched off the cameras, as I stood up to answer. 

"My fiancée, Aubrey Newman, she's the woman I need, and I want her unharmed."

Once again the hall became more loud than before with rage.

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