The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter One Hundred Twenty

Walking upstairs that night I entered my room and pulled the curtains shut to block off all light entering the room from the roof height windows. The LED lights that sat built into the ceiling above the black steel curtain rods sent glowing half circles across the coffered ceiling design of the roof giving an ambiance to my bedroom.

I then walked into my bathroom and had my nightly shower as more of a way to cleanse myself of the feeling of being on a plane all day I also couldn't quite clear my mind and my hopes of doing so were slowly being depleted by the hot water beating against my skin. Rolling over my body until it got down to my hands that I'd beaten open a few hours prior at Taz's. The stinging was my paradise and for some reason the concept of pain however unpleasant was almost like a self punishment. A reminder of all that I'd put myself through.

When I eventually stepped out I dried off and changed into black comfy pants before climbing into my bed and allowing myself to slip into a more comfortable position that turned into a daze of rolling back and forth while trying to become comfortable.

Eventually I drifted into sleep just long enough for it to capture me only to find myself flashing through images almost like a trailer for a movie. A beach with me standing on it my feet pressed into the sand, then I was sinking slipping deeper and deeper into the ground but I didn't call out. 

Then I was on top of a building standing high above the world in the center of downtown New York. The wind running through my hair and kissing my skin as I held onto the railing until I turned and saw this girl once more her wavy hair pulled back yet parts of it hid her face. She was dressed in a business suit and looking away then she said my name and I began to walk towards her, I'd have responded but I didn't know here name, how was I supposed to reply without getting her attention by touching her, I was definitely close enough but as I went to I fell into this hole and the ground far below was getting closer to me until right before I collided with it I jolted awake.

Bolting upright I sucked in a breath and looked around the room everything was where it was supposed to be aside from my bedding which was slightly damp from me sweating.

Fuck.

Rolling out of bed I removed my clothing because I never actually enjoyed the cold or wet. Though I laughed at the irony of what I was fine with but not of the side effect. I then changed into jeans and a turtleneck shirt since I wouldn't likely be falling back asleep tonight.

Walking back to my bed I hauled the bedding off of it leaving the pillows which were fine, and carrying all of it downstairs and into the laundry room where I stuffed it inside to start a late night load.

Of course I'd do this to myself. Walking across the penthouse to the kitchen I fetched myself a glass of water and walked back to the living room where I sat down and looked out at Central Park and for a brief moment I couldn't imagine anything less then this.

For a split second I imagined what it would be like in ten years when I had more money then I could possibly spend what would my life be like. Likely not much more different but the thought of how my children may live popped into my head and a small smirk rose to my lips.

What brats they'd be.

I had a sole goal for my life. Make the Winters name associated with something good that was it that was all, when people thought of our names I wanted them to think about the pinnacle of wealth on every continent in the world. However I also wanted them to think of all the good we did as a family, I wanted the charities and events we attended to appear in their minds.

I wanted the legacy of the Winters Family to never end.

The American dream was different for the point one percent of the point one percent. We were born with wealth or knew it too well, we'd learnt the tricks that were associated with it but none of us could possibly be anything but. Some caved to the excess, and those like me and my friends did it as a mockery. I certainly did, though I suppose my portfolio separated me from anyone else in the world.