Brutal Kings...damn..{Ongoing)

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His eyes first clocked at the mansion with walls painted white and then at the security man who had opened the gates for him and his posh car gifted to him on his birthday from his father. The brownish haired boy allowed his eyes to the luxurious cars parked at the garage and was later admiring a cherry automobile with just a driver and passenger seat close to where he'd found a space to park his car. Clinton would admit it was tasteful. The design of the automobile was impressive. Clinton stared at it a little longer than two minutes and the thoughts of having it and taking it for a ride overwhelmed him. He knew himself, he was somebody when attracted to something, he surely would want to have it.

Clinton rolled his eyes when the knock on the window came twice. The dark tall man in uniform responsible for manning the gates bent his head to the tinted window waiting for it to open. He probably must've wondered why he hadn't left his car for closely to an hour. Clinton thought and reluctantly pushed the button for the mirrored glass to roll down. He saw the man look at him with concern. Ronald, had been the one for the gates for long 19 years. To the Cornell's , he was not just a gateman, he was family. Clinton smiled a little to reassure him that he was alright. "Your family have been waiting for your arrival." Ronald told the clear faced boy whose eyes never danced when they watched him. He admired the lad physically and knew why his young daughter, Tasha, was enchanted to him. She never failed to ask the man about the boy's whereabouts whenever she comes around for visit.

Months ago, Tasha had laid her eyes on Clinton on the day she'd been instructed by the cook employed in the household to get food for herself and father. She knew the Cornell's had a son, the heir to such great wealth the internet spoke of but never had the opportunity of seeing him. The girl loved the Cornell's family. Especially Madam Sandra who she felt was the kindest woman she'd ever came across. Mrs Cornell was so polite to her, treating her like her own daughter.

The young lass had been stunned to see the extremely good looking boy in the kitchen sipping some juice from a short tumbler, his left hand was tucked into the pocket of his grey joggers. Tasha had waved a little with a nervous expression at Clinton who had his eyes move from her head down to her toes wondering who she was. Tasha would've introduced herself to him but he'd walked to answer his phone that had started to ring which he left to lay on the slab. The boy had walked away with the fruit juice on his right and his phone by his right ear. Tasha watched him until he was out of sight and felt the sudden rhythm of her heart. It was as though it sang of a melody. The girl tried not to blush so hard as she was reminded of his face. Tasha knew she'd found a crush, maybe 'a love at first sight. 'he's handsome, oh he is cute.' she'd repeatedly uttered to herself as she moved for the familiar food flask on the cupboard. The girl didn't quit repeating the words till she met her father with the meal that had turned out very delicious.

Tasha asked Ronald more questions about the lad with so much interest. Ronald told her the little he knew about Clinton, from his childhood. How the boy maintained four friends since kindergarten. Ronald knew his daughter was head over heels for the lad, he smiled and at the same time he was worried about her feelings. Ronald knew Clinton wasn't interested in anyone even his own family.

Most times, Ronald heard the complaints from Mrs Cornell, Clinton's mother whenever she was on call.

Mrs Cornell had been sad that she was the only one in the family staying in the manor house after her husband travelled for an expedition. Her both daughters as a result of their jobs, resided in towns out of the city. She was proud they were doing very well for themselves, they even got the society attention of the value they placed in the country but she was unhappy they weren't close to her.

There was nothing more that Mrs Cornell didn't want greatly but for her only son to be close to her but as days and weeks passed by, the boy she'd nursed in love drew distant. Sandra was hurt and angry and had suggested dinner with the family when she learnt that her husband, Cornell was coming home from the trip he left months ago for.

Clinton nodded to inform the man he'd heard him. Ronald smiled back and left. Clinton's sighed and bit his lip. He wasn't sure he wanted to be around his family. He rolled his eyes when they met the windows of the room which belonged to him. The curtains hanging low, the exact way he'd left them. He hesitated before getting down from the car and not after placing his dark glasses over his eyes. Clinton strolled through the gardens to one of the front doors at the west entrance. The one that led to the sitting room.