CHAPTER ONE
/Dennis's Point of View/
To the rest of the world, Dennis Wesley is a tall glass of a perfect billionaire. Well, they are correct.
The magazines and tabloids never fail to have some new gossip or rumors about me and my latest playthings. I run one of the most successful companies in the country alongside my two brothers, Derrick and Daniel. If it were up to me, I'd be in a pub somewhere singing my heart away, but after my father's death, we have had to fill in his shoes and take over the company.
The telephone rang, distracting me from the task at hand, which was to finish with the hot supermodel in my office.
"Fuck" I cursed under my breath and picked up the call. "What?"
"Where are you?" Derrick's voice came through from the other end of the line.
"I'm busy..." I replied, trying not to breathe too heavily.
There was a brief silence on the other end before Derrick laughed. "Don't tell me you're getting a blow job"
"Idiot! What do you want?" I didn't bother denying it, cause it was the truth.
"Mom organized a party and she wants us to come"
I rolled my eyes. How typical of our mom to make spontaneous decisions yet expect everyone to take part in it. "What time is it?"
"Eight O'Clock". Derrick answered.
"I'll meet you guys there." I hung up before my brother could say something stupid. Derrick was the youngest of us three and he acts like it— although we are triplets and only three minutes apart.
I looked down at the supermodel whose name I can't even remember. "See you some other time".
She looked up at me. "But you haven't-"
"Don't worry about that, you should go," I said in an authoritative voice that the omega obeyed without further questions. She got up, got dressed, and dashed out of my office. I was no longer in the mood, any news about my mother made my belly churn, and such a feeling hardly goes well with sex.
I quickly zipped up my pants and buckled my belt. My eyes darted to my Rolex wristwatch: Six Pm. I had two hours to get ready for whatever shenanigan my mother had planned. I gathered my necessary belongings and headed out of my office, passing my assistant's desk on the way.
"Good night, Mr. Wesley!" She greeted, taking off her focus from the computer in front of her.
"Good night, Karen" I dashed into the empty hallway.
***
The paparazzi buzzed at our arrival in front of the castle which was the venue for the party. I had on a designer suit similar to Daniel and Derrick's. We were identical in everything, so it was hard for them to set us apart, hence they called us 'The three Wesley brothers.'
We walked into the building, ignoring the group of girls swooning over us. I couldn't help but commend my mom's ability to host an awesome event, though I will never say this to her face. The hall was black and gold themed, nothing less than thirty guests had already arrived. Each table had at least two chairs surrounding it. Smooth music played in the background, creating a warm and groovy ambiance.