The Billionaire's Final Venture

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 “Get off the road! Jesus.” I shouted while gripping the steering wheel. Dodging every sluggish car on the road. Come on! There’s no cars! Just go! Not only that but these goddamn roads are getting on my goddamn nerves. Who would make roads these narrow! This is a CITY for heaven’s sakes!

 I punched my horn. “GET A MOVE ON!”

 Fuck it. I pressed the panel and then the PHASE button. My car transforming into a translucent metal liquid outline of a car. Speeding through the slow-ass cars in my way until I reached the parking lot of the hotel.

 I skidded the car to a stop to one of the spaces, I don’t care if it even blocked the car next to it. The hell to it! I stormed to the revolving doors. Glaring at those two small guys that tried to greet me with a smile. Just, don’t, there’s nothing to smile about.

 Nothing to smile about. The eternal conundrum that ricochet in the metal confines of my mind. Nothing to smile. Nothing to be happy about. The world’s shitty! I do all these to make it better but hell it’s shitty! SO WHY CAN’T I HELP SMILING WHEN HIS EYES MET MINE. 

 I turned the door knob. Locked. I continued to rattle the metal nuisance until I gave up. I couldn’t take it anymore. I kicked the door. It didn’t break unfortunately. I let out a growl of annoyance as I rested my forehead on the door.

 Why…

 “Sir?” A soft voice from behind, I felt a tap on my back.

 “WHAT?!” I thundered without even looking behind him.

 “Yo–you use the–the key–keycard sir.” The soft voice muttered.

 Great.

 I yanked the keycard in my suit pocket and thrust it inside the scanner. The beep let the door as I turned the knob. I looked back to the soft voice. It was those guys like in the entrance. He had a light-chocolate skin, a small frame. And what’s great? Dark brown eyes and black hair. Nothing like…him.

 Perhaps this can clear my mind off things.

 I stared at him, showing off my scar like how a peacock brandishes his feathers. I felt him tense. Good. He stared right back. I can tell he wanted the same thing. A smile crept up on me, a seductive one that made his pants a sole constrictor of pleasure.

 I strode closer to him. His face near my chest, feeling his jagged and hot breath. I leaned on to his ear and groaned. “Shall we?”

 I saw his legs shaking but I got my answer from a nodding hear that couldn’t  leave my eyes.

 Elliot…

 NO!

 I should ask his name, to drown out that god-forsaken name in my mind.

 “What’s your name?” I said, my voice making him churn in more ways than one.

 “Jake.” He muttered under his breath.

 “Now then, Jake, care to continue this in my bedroom?”

 He nodded, proceeding to pounce on me to kiss my face. I held him by his buttocks so we can continue to kiss. It was a battle of tongues and lips, intensified from the heat of saliva.  I carried him to the bedroom, our lips still touching and threw him on the bed.

 I let my tongue venture from his ear to his jaw to his neck. I was focused on his boney chest, it was frail, I dominated him, I was above, I had the upperhand in my emotions. I left marks on to his chest and when I rose from his chest.

 A set of ocean blue eyes stared innocently at me. My burning pit of domination ceasing into a pile of ashes. I couldn’t move. All I could was stare into those eyes that gripped every sense. I leaned in to kiss him until I heard Jake moaned, breaking me from my trance.

 This was no use.

 I stood up from the bed and loomed over him.

 “Out. This isn’t going to work.”

 “What?”

 “Just get out.”

 “Bu–”

 “Do you want me to drag you out?” I threatened.

 He gulped and left. “Good luck finding someone to love you! Jackass!” He slammed the door behind him.

 Love? What kind of word is that? An inconsistent emotion. Futile. I don’t need it. Unnecessary. It would only hinder my great goal of domination. I do not need a confidant. I have done it alone.

 I can’t have another one.

 I can’t.

 I let out an infuriated scream. Slamming all the contents of the desk behind, books littered the floor and papers fluttered in the air in my fit of rage. I slammed my fist on to the desk. I can feel the ache. I would always resort to violent methods to quell my anger. It made me ache afterwards.

 Only now, I don’t know if it was from my hand or my heart.

 I felt the pocket of my slacks vibrate and a faint ringtone stopped me from decimating the whole room. I snatched the phone out of my pocket.

 “What?” I asked in an annoyed tone.

 “Jesus, who got your manhood in a twist?”

 “I have no time for senseless jokes Hazell.”

 “Alright oldie. Here’s the information you asked me to look up. Apparently the name of the boy was Elliot Morales–”

 “You only refer to him as 0.” I cut her off, symbolizing his value in my life, zero. Nothing. Yeah, nothing.

 “Okaay…,” she trailed off, “so I’ve sent the info–.”

 “Run it by me.”

 “18 years old. Greenville Institute. Fine Arts–”

 “Greenville Institute?”

 “Yes…oh right, you’ve donated for the I.T. department there right?”

 I didn’t answer. I was trying to think. Greenville Institute. A university that bred every employee I have. The technology aspect governed by the I.T. department, the managerial aspect by the respective department. The Fine Arts for every graphic design that garnered the eyes of many companies. Maybe now he has a value. Yes, a mere employee in my company.

 But, the voice in my head is denying every distraction I throw at it.

 “Sir, you there?”

 “I will go there.”

 “Shall I ask Atkins to go with you?”

 “Unnecessary.”

 “Very well. Also, I have picked up that there will be a soiree on your last stay in the hotel, its a benefit for young artist to make known their work.”

 A great opportunity.  Perfect.

 No, there’s nothing perfect.

 He is nothing to you. He is not worth your time, attention, nor money. He is not. He isn’t.

 Those were the last thoughts in my head as I only realized that I have already made my way to my car. Staring the ignition. Looking straight ahead.

 A different feeling pestering my heart.