The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter One-Hundred Thirty-Two

Adrian Winters

I had a week until school started and because of the fucking ice rain we had my plane had to be repaired, and get repainted since it got scratched so now the Boeing had a special PPF put on it.

Spinning the key to my Koenigsegg Agera RSR which I had a friend who I used to go to school with at Rosenberg buy for me before I sent him the one billion Yen for the car.

Not as much as one may think it is.

I also had the bad habit of checking all the boxes for options so I ended up with the average car in my garage being around a million dollars.

Walking down the steps to my car collection I opened the doors and moved towards the area of my garage that made even me nervous. Nico was the only one I'd allowed to even look into my garage aside from my own family.

What was left of it at least.

Unlocking the car, I opened the dihedral doors and slipped into the Koenigsegg before starting the vehicle.

If there was a single vehicle brand that scared me to drive it was Koenigsegg's. The vehicles were engineering masterpieces that required perfect driving skill to use especially since I knew that these were the kind of vehicles that you could get away with doing things in but you could just as easily crash.

Pulling out of the garage I noted Elijah following me in one of the matte black Brabus's that my PPO's were given to protect me.

Leaving the driveway in the dead of night was one of my favourite things especially since I was an avid motorist and knew how to drive my vehicles but when paired with me leaving this city, I felt like I was living someone else's life.

People didn't seem to realize just how much I hated being me at times. All the things that could make me happy that people longed for there was no accomplishment. A Ferrari was a car when to most people I lived the life they wanted. My exposure was my humility and I couldn't be more glad for it.

I thought back to just the other day when I'd gone to get coffee not actually suspecting I'd see her. She didn't recognize me, and if she did she hadn't said a word about it but I knew her.

I knew everything that had happened to her in the last eleven months.

How I could know that about her felt mildly wrong, but I was better with people knowing nothing about who I was or what I'd done, and make their own opinions and assumptions about me. For all I knew my 'I don't give a shit' personality was present when meeting her and I just left and wasn't willing to partake in being fully recognized. So, I'd given my middle name when asked about it, she didn't need my name. I'd told her that at the Gala, and then during our final conversation in the park.

I tested her to see if she was like the girls, I was used to who would flirt with me if given the chance but she just blushed cutely and went on with her job.

Cute Winters really.

Fuck off.

It was adorable though and even if I wanted my own mind to shut up it wouldn't and I knew that. I was still curious about it. I was unfamiliar with the concept of shy girls and yet I ended up leaving with her on my mind.

I'd wished I asked for her number to talk to her. But I still had a bruise on my face from sparing and getting clocked in the side of the head with a water bag.

I wasn't the person shy simple girls got with. I ruined people and I knew it. Still though there was some smart piece of me in that interaction that made me wonder why she avoided my eyes, why did she seem to shy when looking at me. She wasn't afraid of me clearly. I was left with a mystery of a girl I'd likely never meet again outside of her work, which I'd be avoiding now that I knew where it was.

As I made it near Brooklyn, I took an exit and made my way to the airport before following the lines of all of the other vehicles that had congregated outside of the airport to collect or drop off those arriving at the building.

Pulling up to the VIP gate I was let through and quickly sped across the tarmac towards my hanger where my plane sat the engines whirring easily heard when parked next to it.

I then watched the G-600 park behind me and three of my PPO's got out same as I did two of them standing guard while I walked to my plane, and Elijah swiftly took over the front seat of my car.

"Have a good trip I will see you tomorrow morning," he says buckling his seat.

"Don't crash my car on the way home, I'd hate to take it from your salary for the next few years," I tease.

"You know you wouldn't be that harsh on me".

"I know, that's why it's all in good fun," I say with a smirk before climbing the stairs to where Stephanie stood waiting for me.

"Steph," I say giving her a nod before walking over to the chair where I sat and crossed my legs at my ankles before looking out onto the airport.

I felt bad on many senses I'd only ever been in a private plane, I'd only ever eaten at the best restaurants in the world, I'd only ever been driven around my chauffeur, I'd always had food to eat. I was spoiled and I knew it, I actually felt quite guilty a lot of the time about it so I supposed that my guilt led me to giving so much away which turned into a peaceful thing for me. Was seeing how pleased and happy people were when they were given things.

I then created a whole series of charities and purposely made sure to remain unknown as the benefactor of them. I didn't care for recognition or appreciation. Helping people was the goal not seeming like a good person.

I certainly didn't fucking care what people thought of me.

Finally, when the plane was cleared to take off, I watched the other planes around me stop before my own jet was cleared for departure towards Wyoming.

I eventually watched the world fade away to nothing but the forests and the distant city lights far beneath me. The oddity of seeing the world from above wasn't something that I was unfamiliar with. I just marveled at a lot of the things that had been accomplished in the past hundred years.

Winters Group was supposed to be one of the most technological companies in the world yet once more the fact that the Directors are money crazed old fucking gits, they were incapable of doing anything that may align with what the company they worked for and was filling their pockets stood for in the first place.

It made me upset at the least, but they were well into losing their positions, and in two years when they lost their jobs and their lifestyles were taken to the ground, I wasn't going to give a shit no one exploited my family or the reputation of the family business. But I was leaving all of that behind for the next week and I would deal with all of that when it was time to go back to school, and I'd need to take out my hatred of society of improving something someone fucked up because of greed.

I hate money sometimes.

Eventually I looked out of the window once more and tilted my chair back to attempt to fall asleep through the rest of my short flight to Jackson Hole Wyoming.

     
     
I hope you all enjoyed this one, I know that there's the whole piece about if Adrian knows it's Olivia why would he ignore her at Thornbrook. I'm getting to it. filling gaps one at a time people, comment, vote, and share. Anyways

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