Learn The Game

ALFRED

Chapter 2

I woke up, my head feeling heavy. There was knocking on my penthouse door.

"Alfred your going to be late for your meeting, again!" 

It was my manager Mr.Clayton, or I just call him Clay for short. I rubbed my droupy eyes. Then something moved in my bed. I looked to my left and there was Lara, at least I think that was her name. She was half-naked, but was covered by the sheets. You can't blame me I love party's, and people like her love me. 

"Alfred!" Clay grew impatient. 

"I'm coming relax, ...Jesus." I got up, and shook Lara up. Then again I think that was her name, I'm not to good with names.

"Hey you gotta leave." I whispered. 

"Why can't I stay longer with you?" Her jet black hair was messy, and she was giving a sleepy smile.

"Listen Lara you gotta leave, like now!" She immediately got up, and looked at me angered. 

"What?" I creased my eyebrows together.

"My name is not Lara, it's Katie!" She picked up her clothing that was all over the floor. She quickly got dressed and stormed out of the room.

Dam what was with her, I know I messed up with her name but dam! And since she stormed out the door, Clay walked in wide eyed.

"You really need to control what's in your pants, like no joke!"

I chuckled. "It's not my fault, it's there's." I pointed to the door where Lar- I mean Katie left.

Clay chuckled loudly. "We will never understand women." He shook his head, and his smile was like a thin line across his face. Clay's dark black hair was slicked back neatly, and his black suit and tie was neatly put on. "Okay Alfred no joke you have to get ready for your meeting." He looked up and down at me.

"Yea, I know. Because if I walk into the meeting like this. All the lady's would be all over me." I smiled. But Clay shook his head disapproved by what I said.

I headed towards the bathroom grabbing the toothbrush and toothpaste. I had to make sure my teeth are as white as possible so I could make all the girl's blind from my charming smile. My golden brown hair was a mess, a few days ago I got a haircut called Pompadour. I had no shirt I was half naked. My abs still looked amazing and so did the rest of my body. I walked over towards my large closet, switched on the bright lights. The clothing that were hung up around the room was color schemed. There were mirrors everywhere, because I had to look good in every view.

I pulled out a black Tom Ford slim-fit Mohair and wool-blend tuxedo and tie, which was about five thousand six hundred and seventy dollars. Than pulled out a pair of black Salvatore ferraegamo Nesio Tramezza calfskin lace-up oxford. Yes these shoes were about one thousand two hundred and fifty dollars. Then again you can't blame me I'm a billionaire, and billionaires mean money. And when you have a lot of money you buy the best things, and by best I mean the most expensive.

Afterwards I quickly brushed my hair nicely, before heading out with Clay. My black Bugatti Veyron, the speed goes almost up to three hundred mph.  And it was one point seven million dollars, you really can't blame me for loving expensive cars.

Clay and I jumped into the car heading all the way down to stupid meeting I have to go too. I really see nothing important about these kinds of meetings. The people there said that they had to discuss the schedule with me, why can't we talk about it over the phone or something. Instead of waisting time just to meet up in a large building and talk for an hour to an hour and a half.