Chapter 2 Wyatt Simmons
WYATT SIMMONS
Wyatt Simmons looked up from his laptop.
Sitting in the air-conditioned suite of the luxury London hotel, he was in his element.
This was his world, where he belonged and where he was meant to be.
For the past hour, he’d been replying to client emails and dealing with vendors in his practised and polished way.
He had built his business from the bottom up, and he never forgot how he’d started and what was required to stay at the top of his game.
He closed the laptop, placed it on the desk and then stretched his back.
He’d hit the hotel gym first thing that morning for his weights and swim session and would head back down later for a sauna.
There was nothing like sweating away the day’s exertions and stresses.
He knew the importance of having some balance in his life or at least he tried to balance things.
Sometimes, though, his dedication to his business could get in the way of living the life he’d once thought he wanted.
He took the lift down to the hotel lobby and walked out onto the gleaming tiled floor. It was so shiny he could see the ceiling and the ornate chandeliers reflected in it.
A burst of giggling caught his attention, and he glanced towards the corridor that led to the restaurant and bar. Two young female hotel employees were staring at him, whispering behind their hands.
His face broke into a wide smile, and they both blushed to the roots of their hair.
He was used to turning heads wherever he went, and he knew it was because of his reputation as much as his looks.
With his wealth and success, as well as his cool demeanour, he often got propositioned by women and men he encountered around the world.
However, Wyatt was interested in one thing and one thing only, and that was making money.
Not that he didn’t occasionally spend the night with someone, but he made no promises and always made it clear that he wasn’t looking for love.
Once bitten, twice shy and all that. Or was it twice smart?
Besides which, his experience of women hadn’t been that positive since day one, and so he wasn’t going to devote more time to his love life when he got everything he needed from work.
Well, almost everything he needed anyway.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, he read the screen. It seemed like the day’s plans were running on schedule, and he was very much looking forward to catching up with an old friend.
He tucked his phone away, the familiar sense of purpose setting in.
Business first. Always.