The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Twenty

Adrian Winters

After class one day. When school was over for the day much to my relief, I walked out to my Aventador S Roadster which was my chosen flashy vehicle for the day.

My parents would probably be livid to know that I had spent tens of millions on cars just so that I couldn't be seen in the same one all the time.

I made use of them but I owned more vehicles then they ever did and they were entitled to the money they had had in their bank accounts, and here I was with all the money I was spending being theirs.

None the less it sold the image of me being a billionaire orphan. I disliked the word orphan a lot mostly because it was never used sympathetically it was to demean me and it had always ended with someone being punched and me in Principal Tollemer's office.

Would be about the twentieth time in two years.

Spinning my key with my right hand while my leather jacket hung over my left forearm, I unlocked the car that was currently making Hunter's Range Rover look inexpensive.

"Adrian," Sav calls after me and I stopped, and turned to face her with a passive expression though secretly I was actually rather happy she wanted to be near me. It was maybe the only time the feeling of actually wanting someone near me had occurred.

"Savannah," I reply and watching her jog over to me in her usual black Versace leggings and a cream coloured off shoulder top, with a YSL bag in her hand.

"New car?" she asks eyeing the gloss black sports car I had brought to school, the lights from me unlocking the vehicle flashing.

"Of course," I muse walking towards the car with her by my side.

"Can I drive it?" she asks giving me a look somewhere between pleading and coercive.

"Absolutely not," I scoff and I see her pout out of the corner of my eye.

"Please." Begging doesn't work on me Sav.

"No."

"I'll give you something." That mildly quirks my interest though not by mich given that i had everything.

"Depends on what it is."

"A hug."

I then let out a sigh genuinely thinking about it.

My mind is then flooded by thoughts of her arms wrapped around me, and I wasn't repulsed by the idea of physical contact by her, if anything some piece of me wanted it.

"Fine just not here," I say tossing her the key to the sports car and I walked around to the passenger seat and lifted the door.

Slipping into the car I watched Sav gleefully sit in the driver seat and adjust where she sat, which I shockingly found humour in the fact she had to be so close to it but she also was eight inches shorter then me.

"What's so funny?" she asks dropping her bag behind the seat.

"How close you have to be to the steering wheel," I laugh and she hits my shoulder.

"Fuck off I can't help my height," she defends before starting the car and putting it in reverse before backing out of the spot and driving off though she seemed nervous with the car.

You drive supercars Adrian she's not used to it.

As Sav got to the end of the parking lot, I pressed the button to raise the front so that as she drove out it wouldn't scrape.

"Press that once you're fully past the curb, they do it so that kids don't speed on their way out of the parking lot, and it's fucking annoying because none of the cars in there are under a hundred grand".