The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-Three

Standing in the kitchen of my house while music filled the air, I cut up bacon and mouthed the words to the most recent Tyga release.

I also had a habit of cooking in a towel and not much else because my kitchen was far above street level.

Taking a sip of coffee, I placed the bacon using tongs, before moving to flipping the French toast I was making.

The bacon would be for Aria since she didn't eat.

She asked to come over so I had offered to make her breakfast too which meant I had to get dressed and go get her at some point since she only recently got her license and wasn't terribly comfortable driving alone.

As I finished making food, I put my toast in the microwave to keep it warm, and placed Aria's food in the heat tray under the oven before leaving the kitchen post cleaning.

My overly tidy ass could never let anything be dirty.

Heading upstairs I put on jeans and a plain white T-shirt along with one of my YSL jackets.

Heading back down to the lobby and putting on a pair of simple Adidas sneakers before grabbing the key for my McLaren GT.

Stepping out of the house I walked down to the motor court past the gazebo outdoor stainless and marble kitchen, and firepit area that looked over LA.

Getting down I walked along the line spinning my key before unlocking the McLaren and getting into the new vehicle. I had been put on most car company's seller lists for models so there were many times I'd gotten early access to new car releases.

The advantages of spending millions.

Starting the engine, I drove to the gate and quickly left the property before cruising up towards Bel Air where Aria would be ready to come over for breakfast though I knew for a fact when she said she was up she meant just woke up not ready to leave so I made breakfast first and then decided to leave.

Los Angeles was also one of those places that I think lots of people came to for dreams of theirs to become famous or well connected in the celebrity world but it was actually really hard to become successful. There was just so few people that truly did, and a lot of it was changing but none the less there was different standards for celebrities so at the end of the day Los Angeles was packed with wannabe rich people which I will always find amusing when someone pulls up and can pull the attention off of those people.

I've ruined Instagram lives before but I suppose when you are recognized because of how much one city follows your life and movements the world will begin to notice you. I hated it understandably. My parents died and the world media reaction was to then invest so much time digging into the lives of the Winters siblings when our parents were gone, there wasn't sympathy and it was then that my true beliefs of the world came out, I told them to fuck off and I didn't regret it. They wanted something to put in the headline Winters Heir Threatens Reporter After Death Of Parents seems like a fitting title.

Fucking asshole, I made him cry and I don't care. He deserved it for almost bringing my thirteen-year-old sister to tears when mentioning our parents.

The Verille's also had sent condolences and came to the funeral though they weren't as close to us as the Harrington's and St. Laurent's were.

When I finally got to Bel Air though it wasn't that far from me, it was just Aria lived by one of the golf courses way up in the hills closer to the Beverly Crest area so I ended up having quite a bit of a drive.

As I got up into the top of Bel Air, I realized that a lot more of the hundred-million-dollar houses many of which were actually smaller then my own sat scattered around the hillside. Though I also didn't want to live in Bel Air. Beverly Hills and Hollywood were more my scene, parties and the designer stores seemed more in line with my style of perceptive living.