The Billionaire's Billionaire ✔️

Chapter 1: Adam's POV

    I wake up in the morning, like billionaires do. I'm not your average billionaire though- I occasionally pull off my own blankets. But not today.

    I grab the bullhorn by my bedside and call for my butler, Chester.

    "Chester! I require your blanket removal skills!" I yell at the top of my gorgeous lungs.

    "Coming your highness," said Chester in his British accent, as he rushes in.

    Chester isn't actually British, but I have ordered him to speak in a British accent because I can. His real name isn't even Chester, it's some lame name that I totally forgot about.

    "How did you sleep, your highness," asks Chester as he peels the sheets off my body, exposing the Armani suit I wear to bed.

I sighed in fluent Italian, hoping he understood.

Of course he understood.

"You dreamt about her again, didn't you?"

I nod, this time in French. "I can't stop thinking about her Chester."

"But sir, you are not supposed to have feelings. You are both a billionaire and a manly man."

Chester was right of course. I needed to redeem myself.

I stand up and scream out the John Cena theme song while running in circles to regain my manliness. Chester doesn't even bat an eye as he walked away to prepare my breakfast of 24 karat gold flake crusted cereal.