Will’s POV
Once I was done, I felt refreshed. Just like he promised, Hector had left clothes for me to change into. They were simple—nothing fancy—but right now, I didn’t care.
“This dude is tall… these are hanging on me.”
I muttered, annoyed as always. My stomach growled again, but I was too ashamed to ask for food. And I had no idea where he was. So I sat on the couch and pulled the fleece blanket over myself. It was surprisingly soft.
“Why would anyone with billions choose a humble life…”
I asked the room—and got my answer from Hector himself.
“Because I was born in dirt. I know what it feels like to be poor. I barely spend my money on myself. I give most of it away—to charity, and to my father. He gave up on money too.”
His voice was soft. Honest. He sat next to me—not as intimidating this time. I glanced at him and, for once, didn’t see Miles. I saw Hector.
“My mom was Peruvian, my father half Mexican. They moved to Mexico after they got married. Young, stupid, but in love. My dad eventually came here to chase something bigger. We never knew luxury. Just hard work. He studied his ass off and taught me everything he knew.”
I tilted my head, silently inviting him to continue.
“I was born here, but they made sure I knew where I came from. I’m thirty-four. Yeah, I sound arrogant sometimes—but you don’t know me enough to judge.”
“And you don’t know me either,” I said, “yet you keep calling me spoiled.”
“Well… aren’t you?”
He looked at me calmly. It wasn’t meant to hurt—just a truth I didn’t want to admit.
“Your parents have been busy since the day you were born. They gave you everything to ease their guilt for not being there. It’s not your fault, and maybe not even fully theirs. But once you have a child, time is what matters most—not money. Kids need love, not luxury. When that doesn’t happen, the damage runs deep.”
His words hit harder than I wanted to admit.
“Yeah, you’re spoiled. But that doesn’t mean you’re bad. You got what you wanted—just not what you needed. And now you’re here, chasing comfort from someone who can’t give you what you're really looking for.”
He meant Miles.
“Miles is there, but let’s be honest—he’s just another replacement, isn’t he? He gives you care, attention. But he can’t love.”
I could barely breathe. My chest tightened, and the tears just came. No fighting them this time.
“I can’t let him go… even if it hurts, at least he comforts me. No one else does. My parents—they don’t care. I’m a lost cause to them.”
He let me cry. And when he reached out and held me, it didn’t feel forced. Or fake.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Come here.”
His chest was warm, solid. Real. His scent was clean and grounding. Not overwhelming like cologne—just real. Human.
“You know my number now. If you ever need someone to listen, call me.”
Yeah. Right. As if a corporate king like him has time for my mess.
“Do you want to stay here for a few days?” he asked. “I can turn Miles off until you’re ready to go back. It’s not much—but maybe it’s something.”
“Does it matter where I stay… if I’m just alone with my thoughts anyway?”
“True,” he said. “Then stay tonight. Decide later.”
His voice was calm. I didn’t know what he really wanted from me, but… he’d been nothing but kind. It confused the hell out of me.
“I’ll wash your clothes tomorrow. It’s late. They’ll be ready when you are. I also couldn’t help but hear your stomach.”
He poked my side playfully.
Ugh. So accurate.
“Fine… I’ll stay till my clothes are clean. But—what do I owe you?”
I didn’t have much. Not even pride at this point.
“Color me shocked,” he smirked. “Let me guess: you drank away your last dime.”
“Okay, yes, but also my dad stopped giving me money. He wants me to get a job…”
“As you should. Work’s good for you. It keeps your mind busy—and you’ll value money more when it’s yours.”
Maybe. But I had zero left.
“I’ll pay you back. Once I get home, I’ll transfer some—”
“Will. I’m literally rich. I don’t need your money. Keep it. You need it more than I do.”
“I don’t… owe you anything?”
He leaned back, stretching his arm along the couch.
“Nope. You don’t. You’re here, safe, clean, and fed. That’s all.”
I swallowed hard. I hated feeling like I had nothing to give. I had ideas how to repay him… but those were dirty. And it wasn’t the time for that.
Was it?
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My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )
RomanceYou might be rich, you may have anything in the world, but you ain't got one thing, which can't be bought . Will is a rich family's only child and an absolute bully . Is he spoiled? Yes. Is he lonely? Also yes.. What happens when he gets his own "s...
