The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Fifty Seven

Adrian Winters

The air outside was bitterly cold, the wind flickers across my skin chilling it to the point I could feel tension spots, and the hair on my arms rise.

I sat half in my warm pool, steam rose from the marble since it was heated.

My legs sat in the water and it was causing goosebumps to spring up on my thighs.

The worst part was I didn't feel cold. I knew I should be but I wasn't, it didn't affect me. I had my theories but either way it wasn't terribly important it shouldn't be at least.

I'd been sitting in my mind for the past week, without so much as paying attention to basic things. I had also ordered a list of cars from a supercar dealer I knew and recently filled my eighteen car garage with them.

Fuel one of the world's most expensive hobbies.

I had even told my friends to not get into buying supercars because shopping trips for one specific vehicle turns into a several million dollar bill.

Hell I even knew the list of cars I was looking to buy and had given my specific request for specs on them.

All the money in the world and I'm still a miserable fuck.

Pushing myself into the pool I slid down to my clavicle and kept myself there bobbing slightly and breathing increasingly deeper and harsher out while only using my legs to stay above the water.

At some point I wondered how long I could hold my breath, sucking in as much air as I could I swam to the bottom of the pool and pushed myself into a corner before remaining down there counting the time since I'd gone underwater.

Ten seconds.

I could still feel fine and nothing had happened.

Twenty seconds.

Still nothing.

Thirty seconds.

I could start making out the survival instinct starting, and I quickly suppressed it imagining I was somewhere else where peace was surrounding me.

One minute.

I'd returned to being calm.

Two minutes.

Minor sensation of irritation began.

Three minutes.

It had turned into moderate irritation and my mind began begging me to move.

Four minutes.

My lungs were burning now and this was normally the stage that most people panic and rush towards to surface.

Five minutes.

Air began escaping to release carbon dioxide to relieve toxin amount in my body.

Six minutes.

This was where I normally quit refusing to be underwater any longer and I would come up.

Six minutes forty-five seconds.

Black spots were forming in my vision, and my head and lungs felt like they were going to explode.

Seven minutes.

Peace, that was what I felt, if I stayed down here for another minute my mouth would open filling my lungs with water, and my brain would make me pass out.

I'd have no more worries about school, about my future, I would just be another dead member of the Winters Family.

No one knew I was here besides my security, they'd find my body in the morning, it would be covered up, life would go on.