Ezra’s POV
I stare at the water dripping from the tap and sigh longingly, I’d rather be flushed away through this sinkhole than have to go out there again and pretend to love my life with my druggie friends, and I know I agreed to this stupid as hell side quest but I’m well on my way towards regret. I wasn’t even aware that Micah brought coke, shit, what if we get caught again? My dad would absolutely be disappointed. And unfortunately, there’s no stopping those people when they start.
Looking around the toilet, I notice how normal everything is, the normal sinks, toilets and even tiles. It calms a bit. I like things that are not too exaggerated, having to keep up the impression of materialist and money lord is exhausting, the billionaire lifestyle is exhausting.
I wash my hands again and prepare myself on what lie to tell Micah and the others that tagged with us, like I’m staying off coke because I have an important eting later on or so shit like that. I wipe my hands and step out, I can’t hear anything, which is weird because those guys are never silent.
I walk towards the tables to see Kandra staring a girl down like she’s the scum beneath her shoes. Typical Kandra. I literally don’t even know why I tagged along for this but I guess it felt good to go sowhere without a five-star rating.
I ask what’s going on but I’m ntally cut off as the unknown woman turns towards and Kandra saunters over. Woah, she’s beautiful, especially for soone working as a waitress. With her gold- hazel eyes and pink lips, she’d pass for a popular Hollywood actress. It’s been a while since I saw a woman who I could for sure tell she was fully natural and honestly, I could look forever.
I ignore Kandra and I walk past the woman and I’m still montarily distracted by her rare beauty. Wait, was Kandra saying sothing? Christ, it’s becoming a pain to listen to her these days. She’s better off in bed anyways, and maybe she’s a little too forward about sex all the ti but I’m not complaining, especially when I’m drunk or high.
I stare at the unknown woman again standing in front of while taking a sip of whiskey, sothings wrong, she looks like she might rain fire and brimstone at any mont but would rather keep it in a leash, she also really needs to work on her fake smiles, they are very obviously fake. And do I see a red handprint on her cheek or am I not seeing right?
"Sup-" I try to ask AGAIN what’s going on, but I’m cut off by her abrupt bowing and fast walk-off. I sigh, I bet Kandra had sothing to do with this. I stare at her for so ti as she walks away. And turn back towards the others.
"Sothing happen when I was gone?" I pick up my coat asking.
"You didn’t hear ?" I turn to Kandra who had her arms folded with a disapproving look on her face.
"Sorry?". She rolls her eyes.
"I said I took care of it. But, you would have heard if you were listening at all" Oh, that’s what she was saying. I nod "Okay I see, well I have to get going so I’ll see you guys later" I begin already walking off.
"Wait where are you going?" "You’re going already?" Kandra’s inquiry clashes with Micah’s question. "I have so work to do but I’ll be sure to let you guys know when next we can hangout again" Yeah, no.
I answer for both of them already halfway across the room. I’m stopped with a hand on my arm to see Kandra pouting at , "But you promised we’d go ho together, you know we have to keep up the idea were dating so it will be convincing enough for our parents". Yeah, that. Obviously, there’s no billionaire spawn without arranged marriage, it’s literally the worst thing my father has asked to do for the company but I won’t be surprised. His marriage as well is arranged. But this, this has to be another form of imprisonnt. I don’t think I’d be sane to marry soone like Kandra that I’m for certain sees other guys.
"Yeah, our parents won’t be mad, if you don’t sleep with for one night" I counter and shrug. She raises a nacing brow. Sighing, I say "Look Kandra, its okay for the both of us to have separate lives, you really don’t have to pretend with it, with , I understand" I smile at her and urge her to join the others that were making toasts and drowning in alcohol, Oh the life of debauchery.
With her eyes still narrowed at , I slip away from the bar but not before looking around the bar hoping to spot a certain dark-haired individual and being weirdly disappointed when I co out unsuccessful in my search. I literally have no idea why I’m even looking for her.
I pull my baseball cap further down and slip out without being noticed, I guess it wasn’t that bad an idea after all to choose a basic bar. I got to feel basic. Which is rare for these days.
I take a deep breath then look around taking in the town like a drug. It’s quite a beautiful town, I can’t deny. It feels good taking in the spring leaves on trees and the apartnt buildings with the roads leading deeper into the town.
The weather today is both sunny and cool. I exhale then walk to my car. I have to attend a eting soon, although I postponed it to next week but I’ll let the individuals know I’m readily available to et now.
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I walk into my penthouse, taking of my baseball cap and shoes. We just concluded the final eting, and it took quite so ti. It’s for a funding/sponsorship event that happens every year at our company, Briggs. Were inviting so top actors and actresses with other excusive invites. Dad wanted to organize the event myself with so of our shareholders at the company because I’ll soon be taking over the company.
Which reminds . Finally, dad is retiring. Mum is ecstatic, she’s always hated when dad is too busy and overworked, which was most of ti anyway. But now they can both enjoy retirent. I was ready for this, in fact, I was born ready and lately I’ve been drowning in way too much sex and drugs, I’m ready to have a purpose even if I have to walk that path alone.
I walk to the kitchen and check if the chef cooked anything that I’m feeling like eating. I plate so mac and cheese, eat in the quiet of the house and scroll through my phone. I then see that I’ve been invited to a house party by one of my college acquaintances from Stanford. No party without the golden boy, right? I sigh, do I really want to go? I might have, in the past, but now it just seems like a hassle. I’ll have to go and pretend like I’m enjoying myself and end up drunk and high with a girl I’ll probably never rember again or worse Kandra.
Yeah no, I’m going to pass. I ignore the ssage and keep scrolling. I see one from my elder sister, Elissa, asking if I’ve heard from her asshole husband. I an I’m bad and I admit it, but Felix, her husband is way worse than and that’s because he’s married to my sister yet that fucker sleeps around with anything that moves, while lying to my sister, not that she doesn’t suspect but she won’t even admit it. My parents also suspect the sa thing but let’s just say we’re a fucked up bunch. I send her a quick no because Lord knows I better NOT hear from that douche.
I proceed to take a quick shower and decide that I’m just going to gym and rest tomorrow before the event next tomorrow. I realize I’m so tired and climb unto bed early grateful for my discipline today in the area of coke or sleep might have been a far off dream. Then with image of long dark hair, I fall deep into sleep.
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