High Hopes|✔

Chapter 4

L E V I ' S P O V

I pushed my sleeves above my elbows as I waited for the door to my parents' house to open.

Tapping my foot impatiently, I checked the watch on my wrist and if possible, I grew even more agitated.

I'm not a patient person.

I had a lot of other shit to do before midnight.

Finally hearing the sound of the doorknob, the door opened to reveal Matilda, one of the housemaids and the woman who practically raised me.

I haven't seen her since the last time I visited here, which just happened to be months ago.

If my parents wanted me, they would come to the office and give any information to me.

I had no need to come because truly, I can't stand my parents.

They were the reason why I can't have fucking peace in my life because of their damn expectations and the 'high hopes' they claim to have for me.

I rolled my eyes at the thought.

What more could you fucking want? I'm a multi-billionaire, owning one of the largest companies in the state, possibly the world.

Matilda was a very short woman with long silver hair, indicating that she was ageing with the years. She was actually Mexican and had a fair complexion.

The crinkles that formed under her eyes when she smiled largely up at me were what gave away her age.

She gasped, resting her hands on her cheeks as she pulled me into a hug in which I returned by wrapping my arms around her small form.

"Look how much you've grown! You've become so handsome!" She exaggerated.

Not about me being handsome because I know I am...

–but she made it seem like I hadn't visited in years.

I sent her a small smile in return as I replied, "Good to see you again, Mrs. Rodriguez."

She sent me a warning look which I've grown to know already.

She had always told me to call her by her first name in which I never listened.

She was more of a mother to me than my own so she deserved the utmost respect.

Sending her a sheepish smile, she spoke, "Well, come in, come in! Your parents are waiting for you." She rushed me into the house.

I stepped into the large mansion, feeling a familiar shiver run down my spine. I seriously can't stand it here.

After Matilda informed me that they were in the dining room waiting for me, I made my way through the house and as soon as I turned the corner, I saw my father, along with my mother sitting at the long dinner table suited for about 50 more guests.

My father's long gray streak was the first thing that was noticeable about him.

He was a large man, bigger than me actually, and who for most people, would come across as very intimidating.

His face was always stoic, showing absolutely no emotion at all. His semi-long beard was in need of a shave and his dark brown, almost black eyes stared at me emotionlessly.

"Levi! How wonderful to see you!" My mother gushed as she rounded the table to stand in front of me.

She was a tall woman with about the height of 5'9 who had long blonde hair which my brother, Elijah, inherited from her. That, along with deep ocean blue eyes that fitted her complexion perfectly.