The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Christmas was supposed to be the time of family, and celebration, where people gathered together to exchange gifts and hold the greatest gift of all being with one another. I learned that value of being together too young. I looked around the city I lived in on Christmas knowing that I would never again get to see my parents again.

It was sad, and every year I felt the weight still, it's also why I hated getting older, they didn't get to see their son reach fourteen or their daughter become a socialite in her own way with the masses of celebrities and billionaire children of those from Silicon Valley.

What would they have said seeing Kate and I be who they were today, would they encourage us to follow our dreams and desires, would my mom comfort me when I was trapped in a sense of wallowing, would my dad have taught me how to drive after it having been years since I last sat beside him.

I thought back to that day in his Aston Martin, how I expected the other shoe to drop and all he did was want to spend time with me, same as giving me a home in the Hamptons to give me independence. I praised him for these things, wishing I could have had him here to tell me what to do, to encourage me in only the way he could. I loathed him for others but I didn't entirely know how I felt about him.

It was the ever-revolving cycle I found myself in, refusing to believe that he meant harm but his high-handed way of giving discipline and expectation, along with not ever trying to be a part of my life made something boil in me for a long time, that led to several arguments I wish I never had with him. I regretted it my own bitter attitude and temper that only showed how much like him I was.

I was the son of Alexander Winters meaning I was the heir to one of the most powerful families in the world with a load of expectations something I partially wish I was never handed, and enforced by through my childhood. That I had to be the best at everything I did, I had to be the smartest, the strongest, the fastest. Those were my standards because I was the future face of my family name.

Currently I stood in my kitchen listening to music and singing along while making a turkey for dinner since the boys, and Mia were coming over since I had offered to host Christmas dinner at my house.

The townhouse in Brooklyn would be my home post Christmas Break for the most part though I would occasionally venture to Manhattan, or the Hamptons. Part of it was also that I wanted to start taking notes of all the things going on with my gang and if I could pinpoint everything on the night of being raided as it would happen, I'd rather it be in Brooklyn then in the Hamptons where I was well known to live in a large grey and black home.

As I finished setting up all of my dishes which looked as if I was feeding a family of twelve but there was about to be eight people in my home for Christmas dinner, I began cleaning up the cooking mess since I wanted to have my house be clean and I didn't like mess, I had been when younger and at some point cleaning up just felt like a burden so I did it so I would have to rather then ending up doing it when it felt like an inconvenience.

I also had a mild suspicion that part of the reason I kept things so clean was because my life was a fucking mess since the day, I turned eight years old.

As I finished doing that, I rolled my sleeves back down and collected eight wine glasses along with one of the bottles of non alcoholic I owned. I wanted my bad habits to be gone and this was the way I could accomplish this one.

Filling my own glass, I walked into the living room and sat down in one of the corner chairs and allowed my mind to wander off to whatever it wished too but the only place it seemed to go was how little all of the people that I was close with actually were to me. I was an enigma but it was too late to change that the boys would have a fit if they knew I kept years of experiences that had shaped me from them.