The boys had taken me to one of our favourite restaurants, Le Bernardin not far from where I lived in Midtown and I knew that they'd chosen this restaurant as a way of trying to make me feel better because today was the day before my birthday.
The restaurant choice was because I had many times done what I was about to.
I was dressed in black pants and a matching pullover that was made by the same tailor I had make most of my clothing. I did own traditional brands like Silver, Levi, Adidas, Abercrombie & Fitch, Adidas, and Denver Hayes but over seventy-five percent of my clothing was made by mostly tailors or designer brand owner's personal teams. I somewhat liked the ability to appear normal so that people wouldn't question me, not that they had the space or ability to have a weighted opinion on a fucking thing I did.
I just wouldn't admit that. Or that having close wealthy family friends had its advantages.
How the boys would bug me for being the most humbly unhumble person they knew.
As I cruised through Manhattan with my sunglasses on at seven thirty at night. The sun had just gone down so I looked like more of a douche in my half a million-dollar DBS Superleggera.
I swear I owned every possible modern Aston Martin I could.
Oh well, I don't give a shit.
Spotting Nico's 911 Turbo S Exclusive Series I debated racing him but I'd get my ass handed to me and I knew it.
Pulling up to the curb in literally the only open spot which was on a double yellow line
If anyone thinks a parking ticket is going to do shit to me. Ha.
I then shut off the car and tossed my sunglasses into a cupholder before I got out of the car and pushed the door shut.
Watching the boys park, I stepped up onto the curb in front of the restaurant.
"Adrian why do you always have to show us up?" Hunter asks.
"Why do you have to be tested for STD's."
"Shut the fuck up I'm clean?"
"Better be I don't want to find out aids got breathed on me," I smirk and walking inside.
"Piss off."
"When you find the fuck I give, maybe," I retort before we all adopt the socialite formalities of being well known heirs in public.
"Good evening, do you have a booking?" the hostess asks looking up from her well-organized greeting area.
"Reservation under Harrington," Nico says.
"Ah, yes. This way please," she says leading us off through the myriads of tables that were covered by spotless white cloths, and had perfectly displayed decorations atop each table.
"You'd requested a private table, correct?" The hostess puzzles.
"Yes, that would be preferred," Nico says as we all looked around.
I could spot stock brokers and investors, business owners, kleptocrats and the like.
Politics and wealth were always mixed.
My own family could be viewed as such, we were immensely powerful as a family. It also made it very difficult to challenge any of us.
Those in this room who had ill be gotten gains knew that despite me and the boys being young. Not one of us was unaware how to navigate high society.
Switzerland held tons of parties and it was in us at a young age to learn how to beat all of those who viewed us as just kids at their own game.
When the Hostess stopped, she was standing next to a booth in the back corner of the restaurant.
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The Billionaire Darkness
Fiksi Remaja{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...
