Loving Eyes

Chapter 11- Meeting The Brothers

~Third Person~

Money. Thing that every human has desire for. Something that you need to survive in this world. Some with very little or none at all. While others have too much.

Maya father is a prime example of too rich for his own good. An owner of many businesses around the world but also a generation of old money. After Maya's Mothers passing at her birth. Maya's Father promised to be both parents, finding comfort in Maya as he grieved.

He soon got blind sided by this great life he wanted her to have. He became money hungry and wanted more then he already had.

By the time Maya was four she was being taken care of the butler and maid. Seeing her Father only two weeks a month, as he would travel around the world for the other two.

He "made" up for it by these luxrious gifts he would bring home to Maya. This was his way of showing his love. Slowly as Maya grew up she learned that she never really had a Father. She was now a pawn in his buisness. One to be married off to another rich man.

The only thing that kept Maya from depression was her friends. Ones she had grown up with. She didn't have to fake a smile with them as she would around the fancy business parties. How she would act as if she loved this life. She learned to use her Daddies money to her benefit. That's what he wanted her to do. It was all for her in the end but at what cost?

After high school, her Father was at home more often. Mandatory dinners became a thing.

Sat in an unnecessary huge dinning room. With a table fit for twenty, only two sitting at it. There was nothung but silence between them.

Last nights events ran through her head. The thing she hoped to keep in the closet locked away from prying eyes was now out to the public. It was a mistake, if her Father found out she would be an embarrassment.

All those nondisclosure forms she got those women to sign wouldn't matter anymore.

The dancing. The making out. The moving to the bathroom. The steamy actions. The flashes of cameras. The pushing away. The saying it was a mistake. The embarrassment and hurt. The storming out. The now broken relationship.

"Maya how was your night?" Maya's Father questioned as he cut up his steak.

Lightly shaking her head, Maya quickly collected herself. "It was okay."

"Okay?" Maya's Father pried.

"Yes, I had so much to drink I can barley remember." Maya laughed, taking a sip of her drink. She wished she hadn't of remembered.

"I have another party I would like you to attend in my presence. It will be full of potential batchlors and I'm sure you have my charm." Maya's Father winked.

Maya took a deep breath. "I don't think I'm intrested." She slowly placed her knife and fork down. Feeling her appetite slowly slip away.

"What are you not intrested in? I mean there will be many powerful men. That could have potential with you. Then you can still have the life I have worked to give you." Maya's Father still had his cheerful smile on his lips. Laughing Maya's statement off.

While Maya knew that he clearly only thought about the money.

"I'm not intrested in the men." Maya glanced to her Father. Swallowing a thick lump, she needed to say it to him before the press released it. "Literally."

Maya's Father raised his eyes from his plate to Maya. He finished chewing the last piece of the steak. "Sorry what?" He thought he hadn't of heard her right.