The Mogul (Mature Niall Horan) | Reposted

Chapter 2

My career was draining and all over the place. I was in one country to the next. I owned many businesses, companies, plants, even schools. I was a verypowerful man, at a fairly young age. I had high expectations to just keepgetting bigger and bigger.

"Good morning Mr. Horan."

"Hello Donna," I said to my receptionist, my favorite, a blond.

I enjoyed being surrounded by beautiful women, the downside was once I hired them, I couldn't sleep with them. I sat at my desk and she entered, wearing a far too fitted black skirt and blouse, she always did that. She wanted attention. Women always wanted my attention.

She gave me the rundown of my day, my meetings, conference calls, things like that. She left, walking slowly so she'd know I was staring at her behind asit moved, nearly breaking from the black fabric. I rolled my eyes and poweredup my Mac. I began working on spread sheets, basic things like that, reading emails from my accountants and other bankers. I was getting emails from my global offices as well.

I worked very hard to get where I'm at. Yes, my parents were successful themselves but I earned my career. I was the one who built my company from the ground up, I make my own investments. My own self was built without them.

I worked hard that day in my busy Detroit office. I enjoyed coming to this head office, because I owned from the basement up to the top floor. Everyone in that place knew who I was, they knew my story, they knew my success and that ifthey blinked the wrong way, they would be fired, their ass on the pavement in a matter of seconds.

I was then driven to my home, where the housekeepers had vanished, my cookwas prepping dinner. I walked right to my office, going back to work until sixthirty when I knew my meal would be ready.

I wasn't surprised at the high class meal, no dishes in the sink, no mess, nothing to handle. I ate alone, reading more emails. I walked to my room and removed my tie and suit jacket. I draped them on the back of the chair so my housekeepers would collect it tomorrow morning while I was away at work.

I walked into my office yet again, continuing to do upkeep on my businessesglobally. I had work in Europe with my brother, to my school that I personally built and funded in Ghana and the new one that would be under construction soon in South Africa.

I went into my personal gym and began working out after some time in the office. After good time was spent there, I went to shower, letting the waterpound into my neck as I stood beneath the intense pressure.

I felt bad for abandoning Emily sooner than I had truly planned on. She was a good woman; she didn't mind my cold exterior, or working habits. She would do upkeep on her body, put in healthy things so I could get the most from it. She kept me company. But I could see in her eyes, she wanted more, she wason her way to really falling for me and that was something I could not have.

I didn't date. I would never be a boyfriend. I hadn't bought flowers; I hadn't brought a girl home to meet my family. I had never even bought a girl a holiday gift. I would never be affectionate, I was not gentle. I was not mean. I was indifferent to women, to their emotional selves. I wanted their body, sure, theirmind was a bit nice to have a conversation with but for the most part it got meinto trouble. I didn't want anyone to care for me, and only wanted to go bed likeI did tonight.

Alone.