The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Thirty-Four

The feeling of having failed to do something I should have slammed into me like a stack of bricks and nearly dazed me as I listened to the signs of her leaving whoever she was. It wouldn't take much for me to know, but that wasn't what I wanted to do. It didn't seem right to breach that kind of privacy especially considering it felt different from the other interactions I had.

Composing myself I turned away from the sight of the doors and attempted to drown the nagging sensation in the back of my mind before I watched Nico near me through the crowd.

"I'd ask but you wouldn't tell me," was the first thing he said and I simply nodded, moving my attention back towards the groups of people, while Hunter, Riley and Ava had vanished into the chaos again.

"It was just the right thing to do," I mutter.

Besides, she's gone now.

He was also looking at me as though I'd said something alien, not that it wasn't I wasn't the type, and he knew it.

"You look like you've uncovered something unpleasant," I say to bypass any further questioning. Meeting Nico's face he turned away now joining me in observing the room.

"Yeah, just watching this whole event, and what was with Sebastian mate?" Nico puzzles gesturing to where Sebastian sat in the corner with some girl I didn't recognize.

"I'm good," I reply before turning to look at my friend.

"Also, I don't know, I think he just came to get drunk, and pick up a girl, which seems to be her. Unfortunate she seems nice, and not the kind of girl that likes to be used by fuckboys," I add muttering it to him.

Nico then scoffs and raises his glass to his lips.

"Fun times had by all, now go sit with Sav she looks lonely," Nico muses and I turn giving him a teasing glare before going back to where she sat.

Taking off my jacket I then put it over my chair before removing my cuff links and setting them in my blazer pocket before sitting down and rolling up my sleeves.

"So unprofessional."

"It's a habit I picked up in Switzerland you never sit in full suit ever, unless the event is a formal one, this is about giving back not a ball," I say folding my hands.

"They still hold balls?" Sav laughs her smile meeting her eyes.

"Old money do, my grandparents hold one every year, also so does Winters Group as an anniversary present to it's employees," I say sitting so that I could take in the room and face her simultaneously.

"How classic," she remarks.

"I feel like you don't agree," I observe, "do you?"

"I actually think that it's interesting and it sends a message, though I'm living teen life at it's fullest," she says raising her wine flute.

"A voi," I say raising my own before taking a sip from it.

"What does that mean?" she inquires eyes narrowing the slightest bit.

"To you," I reply smoothly, "you will find I tend to do such things a lot."

"Noted," she says before we watch as items are brought up in black cloth coverings and I settled in to watch the dispute.

I had always found humour in the petty rivalries here, it was the more civil version of wars, and with zero blood loss, just lots of entertainment.

"Our next piece is a collection of 20th century art starting at twenty-five million dollars," the host says as the covers are removed and a collective gasp is heard though I smirked at the six pieces all would fit well in my home in Brooklyn that was being built and would be finished in the next two months.