The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Sixty

Walking out of my bedroom the next morning I rubbed my eyes despite having had a shower that was hotter than the hell people joked that I came from.

I also didn't care about clothing today; I was wearing comfy pants under jeans because apparently London was having a full blizzard that had semi buried people's vehicles so I decided to dress warmly so I wouldn't look like a psycho for not being that affected by cold.

Crossing my house, I made coffee, and decided having yogurt with granola and peaches would be a decent breakfast to at least last me until I got to the airport.

Once I had finished my food, and had my cup of coffee, I walked to the front door and slipped on a pair of my chelsea boots, along with a grey cashmere coat before slipping on a pair of Valentino leather gloves and walking out the front door, using my phone to lock the door once I'd left.

I also entertained the idea of going to the airport in one of my new Koenigsegg's but I also know that they were rear wheel drive and with my driving style I'd probably crash.

"Mr. Winters," Elijah says opening the back door of my Rolls Royce Ghost.

"Thank you, Elijah," I say slipping into the back seat and buckling my seat before he got into the front seat and after a moment drove off towards the airport through the snow.

The Hamptons this early in the morning as it was six of all damn times was silent, people were just waking up which was also part of the reason I had asked Elijah to get the Ghost and not simply pull out one of my Aston Martin's then follow me in one of the G-Wagon's.

What I actually mildly wondered is if those who worked in New York who were highly educated if any of them pursued a high paying job and bought a house out here.

My parents both by trade had they not actually created businesses that later became highly successful they could have lived out here, in fact I actually don't think life would be much more different, I wouldn't attend Thornbrook as my parents combined wouldn't make enough money to be directly considered however, I imagine if name throwing were a thing I may have, either way, I would be happy.

I'd still have parents, and Kate wouldn't have gone across the country.

Letting out a sigh I reached over and pressed a button that closed curtains across the windows and raised the sunshade behind my head.

"I'm going to have a nap, wake me when we get to JFK," I instruct.

"Yes sir," Elijah says looking into the mirror of the car.

I still was vaguely surprised Elijah was only twenty years old, he felt more like a friend then a member of my security team.

However, I recognized what his job was, and that all of them were people most of them not much older then me, over the years I had gotten more and more but they ranged from eighteen to twenty-one.

Kinda weird that the same people protecting me are technically old enough to be like older siblings to me.

Leaning back in the seat and being thankful for buying the Extended Wheel Base version of the Ghost I slowly began resting until I was nearly asleep which was when the blinding lights of New York City came into view and I was flashed by traffic through the front window of the car.

For fuck sake.

Sighing I opened the curtains and stared out the side knowing that the back windows were tinted the same as everything else just from the side light wouldn't hit me directly in the eyes at once.

Elijah then turned off the highway towards the airport and after a few minutes of driving along early morning traffic we got to the VIP Gate and were allowed through to my jet which was waiting for me.

Slowing to a stop I heard the door click, and pushed it open before I was met with soft snowflakes and the whirring of the engine turbines as they went through prep for flight.

"Have a safe flight Adrian," Elijah says and I nod before walking up the stairs to the main cabin of the plane where my pilot Stephanie stood ready to greet me.

"Good morning Mr. Winters," she says with a smile.

"Morning Stephanie, I'm going to apologize now for the fact of getting all of you up this early," I say as I spotted the rest of the flight crew.

"It's what you pay us for," she says with a shrug as only my nonchalant pilot could do.

"Well luckily you all can go see whatever part of Europe you want as long as you are back at London Heathrow for the weekend before school starts back up," I say walking to my chair and sitting down with my legs crossed.

"Then we better get going," she says before the cockpit door shut and the so did the plane loading door before the whirring sped up and the plane began to move away towards the runway.

When the plane lifted off the ground, I looked out the window at the city before it banked and I lost view of it, soon replaced by the expanse of the Atlantic Ocean.

Moments passed and I quickly fell asleep laying back in my chair and being twelve thousand feet up didn't bother me in the slightest as I had taken this flight for several years, and well I went to school in Switzerland of all places until I was near fourteen.

Hours had passed when I finally woke up to the view of France in the distance, and the UK out of the one side of the plane.

"It is currently eight PM, coming in for landing at London Heathrow, please make sure your seatbelt is fastened," Stephanie's voice sounds through the intercom and I double check that it is though I don't remember undoing it since sitting down.

The jet then glided down to the runway minutes later and I took in London and felt rather nostalgic since I came here with my grandparents on Christmas holiday. I also likely wouldn't see them as I was staying in North Finchley where I had an estate renovated for my tastes.

When the wheels hit the tarmac, I looked out across the airport taking in the various other planes that were here knowing that most were commercial planes with only a few private jets, though I could pick out who owned what.

A few minutes later the plane was put in it's hanger, and I walked to the exit before heading down a flight of stairs to where my Porsche 911 Turbo lay in waiting with two Range Rover's filled with PPO's.

I hired the most bodyguards in the world out of all billionaires, and spent the most on security. I knew what I was getting into to, as cost alone for my protection was over a hundred million dollars, including my family, and executives was another thing, as Winters Group spent an average of two million dollars on security for each of them.

Crossing the concrete floor, I want presented with a key and slid into the car before starting the engine and driving off towards my house with my security team not far behind.

London in December was also rid of the chaos of summer as lots of Arab royalty came to London which once or twice, I'd taken part in but I knew that people got upset about it so I did my best to be respectful of other people.

Nearly forty minutes later I got to my house which was mostly stone and seemed sort of colonial in a sense but it was actually a completely redone build with a modernized interior to the whole home.

Pulling through the archway I opened the garage, and parked the car in it's spot before getting out and walking towards the door to go inside, and start my vacation here in peace.

    
    
Adrian is in the UK ta da, I have a scene planned that will disturb people later on in this book there's two, also I hope everyone has a good day, comment, vote, and share. Anyways

Peace✌