The Pact

Chapter 1

Weston

Growing up. What does it mean to grow up? Most people believe it means to get a house, have a well-paying job, complete your degree whether it's a bachelor's or doctorate. Most of all, have a family that you can provide for and give your children the best possible life. 

Well, sometimes that's not what all people want. At least, not myself. My life had been well. I had parents who I felt loved me, whether my father showed it or not, and a mother who provided as well. I did everything they asked of me. I completed high school and earned my master's degree in college. I bought a home for myself and had a well-paying job as a CEO. Although, I hadn't really found the time to settle down just yet. 

"Good Morning" I turned my head to see the brunette from the night before. 

Her voice had caught me off guard. I would've thought that she would have left before she would stay till morning. That's at least what happened every other time someone had spent the night. I guess she felt things would be different. 

"Uh, Good Morning" I responded. I looked around, trying to avoid her eyes at all costs. 

"I had a really good time last night, I could make us breakfast if you'd like?" she continued to say. 

"What time is it?" I asked. 

I watched as her face fell a little as she looked to the clock on my bedside table. She read the clock carefully trying to ponder as to what she would say next. 

"It's 9:30" I let out an audible groan and ran my hands over my face. 

"Do you like coffee? or"

I leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed my wallet out of my pants, pulling out a $100 bill. 

"Here, take this and get something for your troubles," I said. I quickly rose from the bed trying my hardest to not look at her. 

"Thanks, um I hope to see you again" she said, almost to hopeful. 

I turned around and tried to smile the best I could. She was gorgeous, don't get me wrong. 

"I had a great time, but I don't think we should see each other again" I said. 

"I have to get to work, so you can see yourself out and grab whatever food you'd like for breakfast" I said, closing the bathroom door behind myself. 

I stood there for a moment and heard her give an audible sigh and I thought I could hear the sound of tears leave her eyes. 

I didn't mean to hurt her, never did I want to do that. Just our intentions weren't the same. But whenever are my intentions the same as the person I'm with? Almost never. 

One night stand after another, nothing shifted. My life was stuck on a roulette wheel that many found to be unhealthy. While I find it the only way to deal with what's around me. I didn't bring home a girl every night, but when I did it usually ended in tears the next morning and myself being painted as the bad guy.

As I got older, I did worry that I wouldn't find that person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. That I would never have what everyone else around me had at 26. Though, I got through it with being the world's most notorious CEO and the hottest bachelor under 30. So did my lifestyle comes with perks, I guess so.