15 Places To Love

☆CHAPTER ONE ☆

VINSTON'S POV:

Like every fucking Saturday morning my right hand's numb I have one hell of a headache like I got hit by a truck but guess what i had great time in bed with Amanda....no Amy?...oh wait was it Anna something with an 'a' or is it 'u' oh fuck it she was just another slut to hook up with last night. Oh yeah that reminds me I need to get the hell out of here before she wakes the bloody fuck up.

Her apartment is small and ugly, seems like she ain't a fan of interior design, its dark and dreary, wallpapers of rock stars all over the walls in her room, man I hate girls like her. A heap of clothes on her couch, bottles of beer and boxes of pizza everywhere... it's a mess... Ugh... this is shit I need to get the fuck out of here.

And just the moment I was stepping my foot out of her room 'overrated' by 'three days grace' blasted of my phone speakers like there was no tomorrow, I had to quickly tip toe out putting the call off and running all over her apartment just to find a stupid damn exit before she wakes up and things get shitty and I am in no mood to handle all the winey stuff, that bitch will get me more annoyed. I got dressed as soon as possible and leave the her sleeping behind.

I quickly rushed towards my babe my car black Bugatti Veyron, 4.47 meter long perfectly balanced combination of high-powered performance and sleek, racy design. Completely ignoring my dad's annoying calls putting my phone on silent I shove it in my pocket because my old man won't stop calling me and it was pissing me off. I know why he's calling and I ain't gonna pick that shit to burn my own ass into that old man's fire pit. I tell you he has some serious anger issues that's in my genes from his jeans.

I press the horn to alert the guards so that I don't have to wait, I hate waiting; waiting is not my thing, if I want something i will have it no matter how or when. I don't wait for perfect time to have it or any other crap. I stop near the gates to greet Steve, he was in his mid-forties, he is like a farther to me the only person i could share and talk to after my parents got divorced. He is also my personal bodyguard.

"Hey son!" He said with a smile,
"Morning Steve!" I replied
"Are you aware about your father's plan." He said in an unsure tone.
"I am not in a mood to talk about his plans Steve" i said in a monotone by the mention of my dad. Steve being well aware of my mood understood and didn't push me further on this topic. He ruffled my hair, to annoy me and when he saw the annoyed look on my face, he laughed, "see ya later my boy."
I parked my car on the porch and hurried in my mansion... yes a fucking mansion, one of the perks of being rich. My mansion is a beauty; all the best interior decorators in the world were the one I hired to renovate this mansion after my parents separated. All the fine furniture is present in the place, I am very proud of the work they did.

I yelled for Margaret as soon as I entered through the door but I got no answer, Margaret is another elderly figure in my life who took care of me after my dear parents left me on my own. She is my housekeeper,she is in her mid-thirties, with posh British accent (yeah she is British) she has been working for us since I was around 3 years old.
I called for her again but got no answer so i went straight to the kitchen. I was so fucking hungry but when i saw no breakfast on my usual kitchen counter, it pissed me off even more.
What the hell I groaned ''Why the fuck is there no breakfast on the kitchen counter, there is always breakfast ready for me when I come back , Margaret where the fuck are you ?'' I utter with gritted teeth every fucking thing is making me angry.
I go straight to my room stomping my feet and slipped with a loud thud,i guess karma is bitching today.I have got no time I'll ask Anna to get me coffee and cinnamon rolls, Anna Chris is my secretary one sexy blonde, with curly hair always pulled back into a high pony tail and with perfect curvy body. She is one fine fucker and her beauty is mesmerizing soft face with rounded cheek bones, slim nose, blue eyes, pouty lips, pear shaped chin damn makes me take her there and then, but I hate that bitch when she opens her mouth because when she does she annoys the living hell out of me. I like her when she is under me thou. She must be 19 I guess. I shook my head wearing away the thoughts I went straight to my bathroom. I took a shower got dressed wearing my favourite black shirt and grey suit. Now that I am ready I headed out to my car.