Sitting in the front seat of my Panamera Turbo S I cruised through London with the newest Danial Di Angelo song playing through my speakers on my way to go get Aria.
She wanted to get away from her house and I wondered if it was an argument, and if Christian had the spine to admit that he had cheated.
I could never do something like that not for a single second, I never agreed with playing with people's emotions which was something me and Hunter diverted on. When I had my make out sessions, I made it clear there was nothing but an escape there, and not an actual desire for deeper connection. Hunter dated for two weeks at the most before moving on to another girl.
We had tried to keep track of all the people but at the moment I think her name is Jasmine or Jamie anyways it started with a J and normally I was good with faces and names but it changed so often I quite trying to remember so I didn't get a headache.
Which was interesting because my music taste was often much the opposite to my moral beliefs, at least in regards to not staying with the same person, it just couldn't be me, I didn't want half-assed commitment it seemed transactional. Though I suppose I was selling people the image of the good-looking raven-haired boy in a sports car.
If perception had a master degree, I'd have a PHD.
Pulling up to the curb of One Hyde Park I slowed to a stop before getting out of the car dressed in black pants and a low collar pullover, with light grey suede Chelsea boots, and a matching tailored overcoat.
Most of my clothing was though, I bought normal brands for things like jeans and athletic wear, but everything else was either designer or tailored.
My clothing cost more then most of the cars in my garage.
Walking around the car I watched the elevator in the building open and out walked Aria dressed in a thigh length caramel coloured ribbed bodycon dress, and matching knee length boots, with black sheer leggings, and her black Chanel clutch handing from the crook of her arm. Her makeup was also fully done, and hair had been curled with black dyed ends and two tight what almost looked like weaved buns sat on the back of her head.
Supermodel mom should have expected this.
"Arianna Verille I highly doubt your father didn't comment on the length of your dress," I say knowing how strict of a father she had.
"Please tell me that's not the first thing you noticed. I'm flattered if you did because I've been trying to stay cover girl thin but I never took you for that person".
"I noticed the full face of makeup you had on, you have very glittery eyeshadow, which I should probably call a shimmer but oh well," I say rolling my eyes even though my sunglasses covered my eyes.
"You look like the billionaire you are with a Porsche."
"If I didn't have billions, I'd own a garage of just Porsche's."
"You could, so that just sounds like an excuse," Aria remarks giving me a wink, "good try."
"Well, I would rather fill my garage with Ferrari's and Aston Martin's," I reply opening her door for her.
"Of course, also thank you," she says sliding into the car.
"You're welcome," I say pushing the door shut, and walking around to the front seat while spinning the key before opening the door and slipping into the car.
Buckling my seat, I sped off towards the main Avenue in south Kensington to go shopping.
"What happened Arianna?" I ask looking over at her and she remained with her gaze focused out of the window.
YOU ARE READING
The Billionaire Darkness
Teen Fiction{Book #0 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 sister...
