Twisted Lies, Scarlet Skies

Aiden- Dynasty

"Hey......I think we should see other people"

"You really are an asshole y'know that Aiden '' my latest fling shouted as she grabbed her clothes and fled the apartment. 'Another one gone....how much has it been this month' I thought to myself sighing at the pounding headache from last night's hangover as I grabbed my phone. To be honest I was never really interested in 'love' after all what good was it. I've had sex with plenty of people before..men, women, men and women it didn't matter to me. As long as the sex was good I couldn't give fuck all about who I was screwing. I could appreciate the irony of the whole situation.

I was the product of infidelity, being an illegitimate child brought into the Scarlett family by the good will and grace of my father, as my darling whore of a mother phrased it. She ditched me into the unwillingly open arms of my father and fucked off to god knows where. I wasn't dumb, I knew the whole reason he accepted me was to avoid the public embarrassment of having his public image tarnished by the revelation that the Scarlett Enterprises' Mogul couldn't keep his wrinkly dick in his pants.

My father had always tried to paint himself as the run of the mill family man from a humble working class background who suddenly stumbled into wealth with his genius business ventures. The reality of this was that he was just some rich asshole who bought out some failing startup and managed to make a shit-ton a money in the process, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't impressed I mean he not only took some else's failing idea and spun it around to make a quick buck, he created an entire empire.

He wanted his kids all to partake in holding a miniscule piece of his fortune, and that included me much to my surprise. He each gave us more than enough money to create our own company with my sister, Amelia by far being the most successful. She was his first born, his purest child as he put it. Her mother was his first wife, the only woman he truly ever loved and who unfortunately died soon after childbirth. I was the second oldest. He had cheated on her while she was at the hospital after being so blackout drunk when hearing the news that his 'only love' might not survive drove him into the arms of my mother. Despite this, he didn't treat me any differently than the rest of his children. The only person who ever really had an issue with me was Ameila and to be honest I never really blamed her. In her words I was an asshole who didn't give a shit about who I used and what I hurt as long as I benefited in the long run (kinda harsh but not entirely false). She was right, I'm a narcissist who flashes my good looks and wealth in order to get what I want, a textbook sociopath (debatable) who shows little remorse for the feelings of others (again harsh but true).

Years of therapy definitely helped for sure,and although it really wasn't a pleasant experience hearing some overworked and underpaid shrink psychoanalyze and scrutinize every aspect of my glamorously miserable life, a part of me was more upset that they were right. You could say I was a therapists wet dream

I sighed as I carefully examined the room realizing that my ex girlfriend...fling, whose name I genuinely couldn't remember, left her shoes. 'Ah....I bought her those, maybe I'll just throw them out or something' I thought as I poured myself a drink. It's not that I don't try to be a good partner, I really do but none of them ever seem to hold my interest. As a result of this I threw all of myself into my work, never truly stopping to think about relationships..after all why would I need to.

"Harvey" I mumbled finally remembering her name as I took a swig of my drink. "You really are an asshole" I laughed silently downing the remainder of my drink before pulling out my laptop. Where I may obviously fall short when it comes to relationships, my work was the only thing I felt as though I was truly in control. It was the only way I could ever wish to set myself apart from being known as the bastard child suddenly flung into wealth.

'Maybe I should just head to the office' I thought to myself glancing at the clock. It was almost noon, way past the time an ordinary employee would clock in but realistically no-one would ever care nor bat an eye at what time their boss came to work..plus my schedule for the day was free so I was mostly heading there out of sheer boredom. 'The company runs just fine without me, why am I even going there today?' The question blared through my head as I took a shower before quickly getting dressed, glancing down at the crumpled suit that was hastily discarded at the entrance of my walk-in closet (how luxurious..sue me for utilizing my own money).

Memories of last night began to flood my brain and I scoffed before tossing the stained suit aside. The guy was gone before I could even wake up but he did leave me a number to reach him for the dry cleaning, a gesture which I found somewhat amusing.

"Well no use dwelling on that now I'm sure we won't run into each other" I hummed to myself as I shoved the crumpled note into my jacket pocket.

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"Y'know...just because you own the company doesn't mean you get to barge in here at any time" My assistant, Lewis grumbled before dumping some files on my desk. Lewis was one of my closest friends at the company, his bluntness often serving as a harsh reality check.

"I literally just got here...couldn't you......y'know give these to someone else" I whined gesturing to the files and he sighed before rolling his eyes. "Shut up. These are the lists of all the new interns so I would advise you to at the very least look through them...anyways it's my lunch break bye" he grinned as he made a mad dash for my office door.Sighing, I hesitantly took up the smallest file on my desk intending to quickly glance through it when at the corner of my eye I caught sight of a familiar face. Smiling, I flipped through the file chuckling suddenly remembering the note.

"Mmh? Drew King, looks like we might run into each other after all"