The Lonely Billionaire

Chapter 1.

I was sitting in the front of my office while my firm proprietor was discussing an issue that had just escalated.

I was not even concerned about it, all I was doing was staring at their faces. It was like they were speaking a language I did not understand.

I got tired and exited my office, I had no interest in whatever they were discussing, mine was just the money.

I was a partner with several companies in California and was a big time real estate owner.

Likewise, I never really took their conversations seriously, all I was contributing to our partnership was funds while I got paid with money in return.

As I walked into the parking lot and was about getting into my Lamborghini, Alvarez called for me.

I knew he was calling me concerning money and I wanted him to get out from my way, but I could not just kill the man.

“What the hell does he want”, he muttered to myself and faked a whole scenario.

“Sir”, he pants after running, “We have just discovered some strange analysis concerning our earnings”, Alvarez uttered.

“Is that so”, I replied, trying to prolong my time with him. His words were confusing, and I was already getting bored from all his talks, so I proceeded into my car with the door opened.

“I don't have much time here, make it quick, I have something important to attend to”, I said with a frown.

Alvarez noticed and concluded his discussion.

“Like I was saying, you need to manage how you spend your money, one of these days, you might end up broke”.

His words drove me into anger and while he was still talking, I slammed the door against him and zoomed off, giving him the fingers.

I was not even bothered about what he was saying, all I was bothered about was making money and having some good time with my girlfriend Rita.

As my Lamborghini accelerated through the asphalt road, I tilted to my side and glimpse at the beautiful city of California. Some people sighted me and waved at me, while some young ladies screamed.

I was very popular here in California and was ranked the number one richest billionaire and was even featured in some playboy magazines due to my lavishing lifestyles.

My name is Young, I am California's number one richest billionaire, I don't party or doing clubbing, all I care about is money.

I lived alone in my mansion while Rita, my girlfriend, visits me often. As I arrived at my mansion, I pulled over at my garage and headed into my $100million dollar mansion.

I lived alone and find workers to be annoying, I never actually liked living with some bunch of people and calling them workers, I find it to be away of slavery.

I came from a black ancestry background but was fair in complexion, my parents and my younger one's lives in Britain, and we merely talk because I never actually find having a family to be encouraging.

For somebody like me, I had to work every day and night to be what I am now.