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- May 5, 2015
Andrew James Langford was born in East Hampton, New York on July 4, 1987. His parents were wealthy Manhattan socialites who had come to the Hamptons like most did for summer vacation. The excitement of the annual Langford Fourth of July party had sent his mother Irene into labor, where four hours later he'd been born. From that moment he'd lived a life of privilege. He'd been sent to the finest prep schools, then finally to Oxford when he was 18. A family connection and good grades had landed him a job working in London as an international patent lawyer. From his corner office at Jamison, Birch and Patterson , Andrew had always gotten everything he wanted.
Whether that was a limited edition Ferrari, or a leggy supermodel who was in town promoting a product his firm did the work on; Andrew always got the girl. He'd managed to woo and wow anyone he met with his charm and utter confidence. Nothing seemed to be out of his reach. It might also have to do with his physical characteristics. Andrew stood just a hair over six feet. His average build bespoke his desk job, but he had been in pub soccer leagues while at Oxford, so he did keep in shape. His dirty blond hair was always well kept and maintained. He looked good in khakis, but better in a tux. His skin was lighly tanned from his summer in Majorca. The bright green of his eyes often drew women and clients in like how a brightly colored snake entrances its prey.
Today he'd already seen his target. She was in the audience. Andrew was at the alter.
His best friend Duncan, who had been his roommate at Oxford, was getting married. Andrew was proud to be the best man, but didn't quite see the point in marriage. Why tie yourself down, at least until you've found the perfect women in the sack. That was his opinion at least. Which is why he was scanning over the audience for the conquest of the day. His eyes drifted to a dark haired beauty, with a round stomach in front of her. Andrew practically licked his lips at the idea. He adored pregnant women, there was just something about them. He bedded his fair share of them, and the advantage was that their was no risk of pregnancy. He would never be sued for child support. They were almost the perfect conquests.
When the ceremony finished, and the reception had begun much later, Andrew made his move. Walking over to where she was seated, he carried a glass of sparkling water for her, and a double of whiskey for himself. Handing her the glass of water, he begin to make his approach.
"Hello there. I'm Andrew, the best man. And who may you be, and however do I make your acquaintance?" He queried with a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye.
Whether that was a limited edition Ferrari, or a leggy supermodel who was in town promoting a product his firm did the work on; Andrew always got the girl. He'd managed to woo and wow anyone he met with his charm and utter confidence. Nothing seemed to be out of his reach. It might also have to do with his physical characteristics. Andrew stood just a hair over six feet. His average build bespoke his desk job, but he had been in pub soccer leagues while at Oxford, so he did keep in shape. His dirty blond hair was always well kept and maintained. He looked good in khakis, but better in a tux. His skin was lighly tanned from his summer in Majorca. The bright green of his eyes often drew women and clients in like how a brightly colored snake entrances its prey.
Today he'd already seen his target. She was in the audience. Andrew was at the alter.
His best friend Duncan, who had been his roommate at Oxford, was getting married. Andrew was proud to be the best man, but didn't quite see the point in marriage. Why tie yourself down, at least until you've found the perfect women in the sack. That was his opinion at least. Which is why he was scanning over the audience for the conquest of the day. His eyes drifted to a dark haired beauty, with a round stomach in front of her. Andrew practically licked his lips at the idea. He adored pregnant women, there was just something about them. He bedded his fair share of them, and the advantage was that their was no risk of pregnancy. He would never be sued for child support. They were almost the perfect conquests.
When the ceremony finished, and the reception had begun much later, Andrew made his move. Walking over to where she was seated, he carried a glass of sparkling water for her, and a double of whiskey for himself. Handing her the glass of water, he begin to make his approach.
"Hello there. I'm Andrew, the best man. And who may you be, and however do I make your acquaintance?" He queried with a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye.