The billionaires kids

Our Birthday

Oh hey guys i am really writing a sequel and yes i was forced to do so.

This is my first update on the new book and I hope you will like it.

*Stiles*

Birthdays are always the worst days of my life in the entire year.

Worst if you have a 'sister'  who is practically almost the same as you.

And by that i mean twins.

I don't know but Allison and I always get into fights even for the simplest things.

Like me using her soap to shave, or getting her locked out of the house, or maybe slamming the door in her nose.

And there was this one time that i washed my hair and the shampoo accidentally spilled all over the floor and she fell and call for moms help and then mom fell onto of her.

They both end up in the hospital for days because of back pain.

And of course i was punished. Dad locked me in the attic and worst it was my summer breaks so i was in their for days.

But i deserved it anyways.

Today i am 17 and I am a senior/player of my school. I love playing girl its like a desire of mine.

"Stiles come on down sweety". My mom yelled from downstairs.

"Coming". I answered.

Because it was my birthday i was allowed to go on a date with number 8.

Whats her name again.

Am..... Think.... Think... I don't remember her name to tell the truth because its not in my rule book to study peoples names.

Oh and my rules let me tell you to get things clear.

1-Date as many girls as you can

2-Don't fall for them or learn their names

3-Date their friends if they choose to leave you.

4-Don't ask questions you already know the answer to, like are you cheating on me.

5-Do everything as i say.

6-Don't think i am using you

7-Have sex with them then leave

8-Don't be obsessed with me

9-Try not to blackmail me or your dead

10-Don't be a bitch

Yea so that covers it all.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror, and used the back of my hand to brushed back my hair. I was wearing a black and white hat, my black jeans, white shirt and black uppers with white strips.

I walked down stairs to see mom and my sister standing in the living room.

"You look nice, just not like your going on a date". Allison hissed.

"And have you looked at yourself, you look like some homeless rack". I said walk in over to them.

Her mouth open half way and she gave me a death glare.

To tell the truth Brother to Sister she look beautiful in her dark pink dress and shade of make up and high heels.

But i will never admit that i said she looks nice.

"Enough you two, Stiles she is right you do look handsome but not really a date handsome more of a hey you wanna go out with me and dress like i just got some new clothes from my Dad like everyday because i am spoiled". Mom said with a smirk.

"Hey don't get jealous mom remember Dad spoils you too, even Allison its not just me". I said pouting my lips. "And nothing is wrong with my clothes".

I said and ignore their protest.

"Where is Dad anyway?". I asked.

"What do you miss me?". Someone said in a deal voice.

"No Dad i don't I'm just concerned yah know". I said out ting on a play face.

"Yea whatever, happy birthday son".

"Thanks dad".

"Oh and you too my angel". He said giving Allison a hug and a kiss on her forehead.

"Hey Dad, where is my hug and kiss?". I asked.

"Is someone jealous?". Mommy ask as if she is talking To a child.

"No one is jealous, you know as i said just concerned". I said one again.

They all laugh at my silliness and soon the door bell rang.

And their my number 8 is finally here. Cant believe she kept me waiting.

I walked to the door but wasn't greeted with number 8, instead it was a guy.

"Who the hell are you?". I asked in a harsh tone.