Always Yours (boyxboy)

Chapter 1: Birthday

A/N- IMMM BAACCCKKK With a sequal to finally mine! Ok, so in this one, I want there to be a bit more comedy, but also have dark elements, and I will also probably be making it more realistic in more ways than one, truly delving into dark deep lonely places, extremely emotional, sad, and happy places as well. I also wanted to have a sexual element to my last book, because that is an important part of humanity as a whole, and I dabbled a little, and that will continue through to this book. As you will see, I tried to mix a good bit of all of this in the first chapter so you would be able to get a good idea of what the feel of this book would be like :) lol. Thank you for reading!!!!

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"Mr. Hester... Sir? Your car is here" My assistant said with a shy and hesitant knock on my office door. Her name was Julia, and she was my personal assistant, she managed all of my meetings, and basically organized my entire life at home. I lived in my parents old mansion, I didn't have the heart to leave a place with so many memories.... Although I have added onto it just a bit. I always had a fascination with history, and particularly monarchs... and their castles. So, building around the pre-existing mansion, I made my own castle. There was no purpose, or reasoning behind it, except for the fact that I wanted it. Anything I wanted, I could have with a simple snap of my fingers. I was named the richest man under 25 last year, and I didn't concern myself with mundane things like money anymore. The word "cost" did not exist in my vocabulary, simply the word "acquire".

" Oh and Mr. Hester, one more thing" Julia started
"Yes?" I replied in a simple manner, standing up and stretching before re adjusting my suit, and running my fingers through my hair. I hated this attire, I felt stuffy, and not even the best fabrics money could buy would make me feel better in a suit.
"Happy birthday sir." She said.
Shit. I had nearly forgotten. Today was my birthday... My 24th to be exact. I took a second to reflect on the past 7 years of my life, since my parents died, and back to the last time I was really happy. Here I am, a multi billionaire, with a larger amassment of wealth then many countries, and I am hardly a quarter of the way through my life, surrounded by people day in and day out, and I could have anything I wanted in the world by just asking. But I wasn't happy. I was lonely. Miserable. While my career had been on the uphill, nearly everything else was on the downhill since I was 17. Shortly after my parents died I shattered my right leg in a car accident, and so that meant no more soccer for me, which meant I could focus more on business, but then my main passion was no longer a possibility. Of course I went after the best rehabilitation money could buy, but just as I was on the fast road to recovery, I went through the worst break up of my life, and ended the last relationship I've had since highschool, and ended my first relationship with someone I truly loved... JJ Rowe. After highschool he blew up, and went back to soccer over football. I could never understand why he did, he was amazing at football. But he was at soccer to evidently. I had seen his name in the news a few times, he got a huge signing with a Major League Soccer team right after his junior year of college. Everyone who was close to me knew not to speak of him, and they tried their best to not talk about him and all of his achievements. Guess he became pretty big in the sports world, and is living out his life happy somewhere, probably on a yacht near the bahamas surrounded by girls. At least that's the last I saw on social media.
The hardest thing I've ever had to do was get over JJ. And the last thing I needed to be doing, was sitting here reminiscing about the glory days in high school, stirring up feelings I've long since locked away, somewhere deep deep down.

I cleared my throat, pushing all thoughts of passed muses down and put on my business face, before walking down to meet my driver. He looked at me and stated the address of the meeting I needed to attend to confirm, and I nodded and got into the back of the modified rolls royce limo, and we were off. I simply put on a huge pair of sunglasses to hide my ever tired and worn out eyes, and avoided all conversation with possible on the way there with any other officials that happened to be there. The meeting was simply to confirm things I have already confirmed a million times, all they needed was my physical presence, and I was not going to contribute anything more than that to something as dull and pointless as this.
Nobody seemed to question me or pry. I was not the most intimidating looking person, but everyone know of me and the pull I have over even the very country we live in. Being this rich has its benefits, you intimidate everyone without even trying. I used to hate it, but I have learned to like the solitude. Nobody bothers me if I don't want to be bothered.

The meeting was to discuss pricing with an oil sheik from overseas. Oil was approximately 1/1000 of my company. The Hester Co. Had millions of branches, one being oil, some being less conventional than others, but a large portion was in government. You know, simple things, like funding wars, or nuclear research in my labs, things of the sort. None of this took a lot of brainpower from me, Now that I had everything set into place, each branch simply grew at an exponential rate without me needing to interfere. I almost missed the days a few years ago, where I was battling to keep the company entirely owned by my family, me and my sister not only had to go up against other individuals of immense power, but other countries of power as well, due to my family's affiliation with the government.

The meeting dragged on for hours, and after it was finally over it was dark outside.

Once I got home, I dragged myself through my mansion turned castle, now much quieter as most of the cleaning people had left, to my room. I instantly stripped off all of those uncomfortable ass business clothes, and walked around naked. I felt so much more free, and I slept naked ever since I was a teenager. Hey, what can I say, old habits die hard. Clothes just got in the way anyway of my "me time" which I often partook in, always sure to keep kleenex's near my bed. I had been single for 7 years, what did you expect? So, as I do every night ( and morning......) I slid underneath of my covers, grabbed the lube on my nightstand, slid my hand underneath of the covers, and then finally I was able to truly unwind and relax from my day. This was the best way to end a birthday alone.