A GOLDEN EMPIRE

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

WILLIAM MICHAEL HUNTINGTON wasn't just anyone. He wasn't just another wealthy kid born into the glitz and glamour of the West Coast. Boe was more than that. Boe was an enigma. Sure, everyone knew him. But no one actually knew him. Not his friends. And not his family. They all knew parts. They all wanted to know more. At times it felt like they all wanted him to themselves. Every single person on The West Coast. Which is why it is thought that he referred to himself as a Man of the world. The dictionary describes a 'Man of the world' as a man who is widely experienced in the ways of the world and people. An urbane, sophisticated man. But when Fleetwood Mac said: 'I could tell you about my life, and keep you amused, I'm sure. About all the times I've cried, and how I don't want to be sad anymore', Will couldn't have described his own life better.

People have died and killed in order to maintain a lifestyle that Will had been born into. A lifestyle he never asked for. He never cared about fortune or fame. It didn't matter to him who was popular, who was the hottest designer, the hottest girl — okay, to a certain extent. But Will's biggest flex was his desire to live his life to the fullest. Since William was younger, he could remember his older brother telling him how he planned to use his fortune to make the world better. He could remember his older sister saying that she planned to make /her/ world better. Will had always envisioned himself as a mix of his twin siblings who couldn't be more different than one another. Boe thought it would be best to light the life's of himself and the people around him. He thought it made him wiser than both CONRAD V and ANASTASIA HUNTINGTON when he realized he didn't need money to do it. At only seventeen years old, he had something most people twice his age hadn't yet experienced. Love, respect and glory. His face was soaked from the tears of his travels, and the rain from outsides storm, and his skin was flushed bright red. He couldn't help but cry. He couldn't stop crying. He had years of bottled and built emotions that he had nothing else to do with.

He stood in the lobby of the grand gold CROWN TOWER that he once called home. Now it just felt cold and empty. He read on the Socialite's Elite homepage that he had recently been declared dead by his family. A small part of him wished he actually was. But he hadn't gone through with any of his various attempts. They were the only time Will Huntington felt what failure and defeat was like. The black hood of his 'ALL SAINTS' sweatshirt covered his entire face though the whispers from the hotels staff once he requested Jessica Huntington told the story that he had already been.

The only people that knew that he was still alive was his best friend CHRISTOPHER VANDERBILT and his girlfriend DOMINIQUE WINDSOR. The latter is currently perched on his lap lighting up a perfectly rolled blunt with a gold encrusted lighter as they lay in his bed. Her curvaceous body was covered with a fluffy purple VERSACE robe, wearing nothing underneath and a pair of matching LOUBOUTIN heels. The strong scents of William's PACO RABANNE cologne and sex lingered in the air.

"Shot gun." Dominique looks into William's brown eyes, smirking at his full lips as she blows marijuana smoke into his mouth. She watches his lip twitch only slightly as she passes him the blunt. "You're going to let everyone know that you're alive at some point?"

"Why?" William scoffs. "It's not like anyone is going to care."

"Your mother cares." Dominique had been quick to point out that William's mother, JESSICA, dressed in this ridiculous outfit that made her look like a tramp, pleaded for answers on where her son was. Even more so when his family declared him dead a few months ago. "She's still out looking for you everyday."

William scoffs again. That's a crock of bullshit if you ask him. Jessica Huntington never wanted to be a mother. He's hear her say that a million times over the years. Even a week before he went missing. "The only thing Jessica wants to get sympathy from the media.  Neither that woman nor that husband of hers actually care about my wellbeing."

Both him and Dominique were from prominent families. The latter had moved from Manhattan to California during the sixth grade and made her mark on the society when she was caught in a closet during a game of five minutes in heaven with her hands down the pants of William- her very boyfriend. It made Dominique a legend. CLAUDETTE ROSEMOND referred to her as the New York version of Anastasia, who was just the modern version of her older cousin, PARIS HUNTINGTON. Dominique was definitely a top girl. Atleat until the summer began. Media outlets all over the United States covered the seizing of assets and arrest of GLENN WINDSOR (her father)  outside of the WALDORF ASTORIA. Dom hadn't been seen since. Atleast not anywhere important. She missed summer in the MARINA, the white party and even the annual 'taste of your lips' party that Claudette hosted a few weeks prior. Which meant, she no longer had a social standing especially because Dom was usually known for her party behavior.

"Okay maybe you have a point." Dominique passes him the blunt once more and stands up. It's silent at first but then, "Do you think anyone cares about where I am?"

"Probably. You're more important to the elite than I am." You're probably wondering how Will is able to afford his luxury lifestyle. Well he and Chris got themselves involved with the underboss of the American mafia which so happened to be Chris's older cousin NICHOLAS. They do his dirty work. Despite only being seventeen years old, Nick has a lot of respect for the two of them. They do what about of people in the mob can't do and that's have grit.

"True. Willing to be that Claudette is blowing my phone up with text message after text message, just craving to know I am so she can tell people. Goddamn, I cannot stand her pretentious ass."

"If you can't stand her, why be friends with her?"

"Good question. The answer to it is I don't really know. I guess I feel a sense of belonging when I'm around the elite crowd. Being born in wealth just couldn't be helped." Dominique shrugs.

"They're (the elite claim rowd) not better than me right?" As fine as he is, William sometimes seeks encouragement and support from his girlfriend. He tends to find himself self conscious and less confident.

Dominique shakes her head." You and me, we're soulmates. There is no one truly better than you. In fact, I am going to show you just how much I love and appreciate you."

"Oh yeah?" With a smirk, "Just how on earth are you going to do that?"

Dominique gives a him a smirk of her own and turns the music up. The HomePod player blasting nice and slow by USHER. She makes a show of slowing pulling her robe off and letting it pool around her heel clad feet.

William can feel himself harden yet again at the sight of her naked body. He loves the way the sun makes her  chocolate skin shimmer in the morning light. When it's just the two of them, time goes by slow and steady. They love being in their little bubble.

Dominique makes a show of moving towards him and climbing back into his lap. She takes his manhood out of his VERSACE boxers and draws it towards her slick entrance. Next thing you know, she's bouncing on him. "This answer your question?"

William lifts his hands up to caress her full breast. All he can do is grunt in response, too enamored by the sound of her ass slapping his thighs. Yes.

This is what he wants right now.