My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Oh, to be rich

My name is William O'Hara. I'll be 26 years old soon.

I'm the only child of Rowan and Maya O'Hara. My father is a CEO in New York, my mother owns most of the fashion business around this area. It's not even important anyway.
Like I said, I'm a single child. My parents have given me almost everything but a sibling.
*Almost everything*
I haven't moved out, I never felt the urge to do so. I still study so I don't need to work for now. Not like I want , I have money. My father literally showers me in money just to keep me out of trouble and keep my mouth silent.
I got the girls, I got friends. My life seems pretty cool. Yeah.. I wish.
Girls come and go. Friends? You know those people who are attracted to your money and not your personality? I'd not call them real friends at all. But whatever . As long as I'm not lonely and drunk.
Because when I am, things get a wild turn and all hell breaks loose.
My so-called friends say I'm "generous" , "fun" , "cool" and "lively". Shows how much they actually don't know shit about me.
It's all an act in front. I'm not fun, I am a gloomy person. You see me smile? Nah , that's fake. Fake just like me. I'm cool? With the amount of money I have? It's hard not to be cool. I'm everything but generous. They just enjoy me spending money on them the same way my father does on me. To keep them close but calm . That's about it.
I can't say I don't like my parents, but the thing is? They're barely around at this point. Always working, working and working. Meeting their friends, going on vacations which don't include me of course. And that's fine. I stay my ass at home .
What am I even doing with my life? Nothing much. Absolutely nothing. It's all sheer boredom.
What is my personality like ? You didn't ask but here I tell. Real talk is, I'm pompous, rude, kind of sexist and maybe a bit racist too. But I won't say a word , I just feel this way. Unless the person fucks me up.
I skip classes often, my professor hates my guts. These dumb employees my father has around, they also hate my ass.
These are just filthy peasants, they should really feel grateful and honored to walk on the same ground I do.
I wake up late pretty often, I leave to play pretend in the University. But what do I actually want there? I don't even know. It's just waste of time, but better than rot my soul away by working long hours in a fucking office.
Once classes are finished I hang either with my friends in the cafe close to my University or in the park for hours. Even when it's raining cats and dogs . I said earlier, I'm most of the time alone, therefore, I got used to it by now.
Very often I only get home in the evening . Why ? Why not. What or who would I miss? I study if I have the energy , if not I just drop dead in my bed and forget about my day all together just to repeat in a few hours. It's nothing special and neither am I , yet I know I am above people. I own them, they do things for me. Actually, not for me, but for my father but it's almost the same. They have to respect me, even if they like it or not.
One of my friends said, if I keep this behavior and don't change I won't live longer than 35, tops.
But I'm not the one who needs a new attitude. People sucks, their job is to please me. That's what they live for. To kiss my ass and to stay the fuck silent .
Why is my story interesting you may ask. It hasn't been so far but it's about to get very soon. Actually after my huge ass rant to the dear father of mine .
Finally he decided to show up after being absent for two, almost three weeks. Not like I minded at all. Mother was around a bit more but it doesn't change that I was in huge trouble. Nothing new. Well, this wouldn't have been , if police weren't included this time. Sooooo I got myself in deep shit.
For my luck, my father was at home that time when the officers accompanied me back to the mansion. For what ? I'll tell you in a while.