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HARRY
I watched my butler Bennet whack the golf ball off my rooftop we were on with his gloved hands, overlooking the entire city as I sighed with boredom, resting my chin in the palm of my hand sitting on my foldable beach chair.
"Pardon me sir but- shouldn't we be worried about where the golf balls are landing?" Bennet politely addressed me with a stiff turn of his straight, suited body.
"Why should I care." I swirled the expensive alcohol in the fine glass in my hand, actually taking time to try and count all the bubbles to pass the time.
He didn't say anything, just returned back to testing out the new golf gear I had bought but was too lazy to try and see how it felt, in turn ordering him to test all the new gear out while I watched him.
I released a sigh.
"What will you be doing on this day sir." Bennet swung again, squinting out at the sun before the sound of some collision below echoed up to where we were while I yawned.
"Oh dear." He murmured, placing his hand over his eyes to shield his eyes from the sun as he tiptoed slightly, peering down with apprehension while I slumped in my chair.
"I think the question is what have I not done on this day." I rubbed at my eyes before pinching my nose, head lowered.
"You could swim in the Bahamas?" Bennet suggested.
"Did that last month." I muttered.
"Maybe hang gliding in Rio." He offered.
I threw my head back with an irritated groan.
"Been there, did that."
"Take your jet to France then."
"I'm bored of my jet." I whined, feeling completely empty and frustrated inside, like nothing could entertain me anymore before I felt petite, feminine wet hands snake their way to my tense broad shoulders, gently rubbing me through the expensive fabric of my designer shirt.
"Maybe I could keep you busy today, hm.." Angela purred seductively in my ear, her tan bikini body fresh out of my pool as her lips grazed my ear while I continued to blink at the view with an uninterested expression.
Her hands continued their descent down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt while she placed chaste kisses over my neck before I pushed her away, rising from my chair with dissatisfaction as I downed my drink.
"I've done everything, been everywhere. There's just nothing to do anymore." I claimed as I heard Angela grumble in annoyance from behind, obviously offended and maybe if it was another time I would have apologized to the Puerto Rican model, but right now, I just didn't care.
"There is one place." Bennet said, as if talking to himself before I snapped my head to him.
