Several hours later as I finished making dinner I set all the food on the counter before getting plates for me and Sav to eat at the dining room table.
When we finished getting our food I walked into the dining room and set down the rather full plate of food that I had chosen.
She had stayed for a while and I actually hadn't expected her to want to stay for dinner.
Yet here she was sitting opposite me hours later in one of the ten dining chairs occasionally glancing at me between the bites of her food which were starting to slowly becoming more and more spaced out.
"Getting full Sav?" I puzzle which she just smiles at.
"Yes I took more then I could eat" she says and I nod simply without an expression as I was still attempting to get used to having someone in my house, let alone having watched a movie with me and helped make dinner along with eat it.
She was throwing off my expectations of people slightly, however she did still conform to what the world would view as a privileged rich girl. Though I was the definition of a billionaire's son from how the media portrayed us.
"What are you thinking about Adrian, you haven't touched your food in five minutes and you have a distant look".
"I was just reflecting on how you and me both were exactly what the world viewed as the highly privileged children of the world's elite. We drive sports cars, live in mansions, and go to fancy schools" I say.
"Is that a bad thing?" she muses holding her fork midair.
"It's amusing at best, mostly I find people that lust after all the money and flashiness that gets associated annoying. Like go to Monaco if they want to take pictures and videos of the wealthy lifestyle, not try and catch me at Madison Park for a dinner with my friends" I reply.
"You hate the attention" she states more then asks and I crack a smile which was rare before it slid off my face.
"Yes, I like my life even if I have too much money, but I just wish it allowed me privacy. I also don't want to talk about money" I say before quickly adding, "please".
"I can see how that would be annoying, however I think that may be the reason you pay for secrecy, and live in areas people would never see you" Sav says.
I wouldn't deny the truth in her speculation, as every piece of it was right, I did do that as a way of avoiding public attention. I also enjoyed my name being known but not my face unless people knew where to look and even then the pictures were years too old.
"You caught me there" I admit before suddenly thinking about something.
"I have a house in Brooklyn Heights being built, I wanted to have a home that was closer to school, and closer to you since you seem to spend a majority of your time at your family's townhouse" I say.
"Really you wouldn't mind showing me would you?" she asks and I laugh lightly.
I sat and thought about it for a moment completely unfamiliar once again with the premise of someone being in my life, but I also wanted Sav in my life though I didn't know how close I was willing to let her become.
"Sure I guess, I could take you. It won't be completed until after Christmas" I say standing with my empty plate as I had cleared my own, and taken Sav's to finish while cleaning up the dinner mess that I had created for myself.
Nearly ten minutes later since I insisted on handwashing the pots and pan I had taken out along with have a conversation with the blonde girl that had decided to lean against the counter as I started to dry everything.
"Why are you so secretive?".
"I'm not" I lie, "I'm just a lot more simple that I think people are willing to admit".
Sav gave me a disbelieving look, as though the whole idea of me being an open person was an inconceivable thought.
Admit it Winters it is. You aren't an open person at all, you have more layers then all the planets in the galaxy combined.
"I want to see proof of that" Sav says as we walked to the front of the penthouse to slip on our shoes and go down to the lobby since I wasn't going to show her what cars are in my garage.
Proof you're not an open person.
Shut the fuck up!
"Over time I'm sure more will come out, I very well may be willing to let you know me better then anyone else" I suggest before the elevator doors opened and we headed down to the ground floor.
Once the door opened I walked out with my head high while spinning the key on my finger to the Ferrari.
Pushing open the doors I walked out and down to the passenger door before opening it for Sav to get inside which she did effortlessly. Closing the door I then went around to the driver side and got in before starting the cars engine and sped off towards Brooklyn.
I like to think there was two New York City's. The one in the day was all hustle and bustle, the business capital of the East Coast, while at night it was the peaceful beauty that transfixed me as a child and did the same now. I loved this city, and I doubt I would every call anywhere else home.
Getting to the Brooklyn Bridge I purposely sped across it before taking an exit down into suburban streets lined in brick buildings townhouses mostly, along with the occasional park. Few people were out this late but either way I was enjoying seeing the families happy inside their homes.
I had wished that was my family as a kid, but now I had changed that, I was going to be that family in ten or so years when I had my own kids.
You're sixteen and getting baby fever calm down.
I was glad in that moment Sav couldn't read minds. There is a difference between being able to read body language, and reading the minds and thoughts that presided in the safety of our heads.
No wonder mutants in X-Men were hated.
Getting to the street where my house was I slowed and stopped outside the house which looked completed on the outside the interior was being gut renovated to be brand new with all the amenities and things I wanted.
European and Arabic Billionaire's build massive deep underground townhouses in Knightsbridge London, I built mine where I called home.
"It looks mostly normal, there is black and grey so I know it's yours and the windows are covered in dark blinds. I'd say this is your townhouse" Sav comments.
"There is not a completed interior though so don't get too excited" I say glancing over at her.
"Hiding secrets Adrian?" she challenges with a lifted chin while smiling, and I just rolled my eyes at her antics.
"Just a hole to hell for disposing of my enemies" I muse before pulling away from the curb and heading off back towards One57 so that Sav could get out of my car and go home.
The drive back was mostly quiet though I did glance at her on occasion as we headed back through the city until we were back at the tower that held my penthouse and many of the other New York Billionaire's.
Parking at the curb I shut off the engine and Sav slid out of the car as I did the same.
"I will see you tomorrow at school" she says getting to her own car and opening the door of the SUV.
"I guess you will, depends if I don't get in trouble before then" I remark getting to the entrance of One57 and stepping inside to head back on up to my penthouse for a shower, and the sleep I knew my body craved.
That was short eww, I am so sorry it barely cleared parameters for publishing in my mind so we'll just go with it, comment, vote, and share. Anyways
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The Billionaire Darkness
Ficção Adolescente{Book #0.5 of The Winters Series} Adrian Leo Winters was many things, the heir to his parents multi trillion dollar empire, the son of the renowned Alexander Winters, but underneath he was cold, and sad, broken from years of being away from his sist...
