Billionaire by Chance

Gotta Be Careful

I stay there, chatting with Kirk for my entire lunch hour and when I get back to the office, I feel completely fulfilled.

Now, I’ll have a person who will be in charge of paying my taxes, investing my money so there will be more of it, and worrying about my finances in general instead of me. Someone I trust completely and who I will pay extremely well because what is money for if not to help your own people?

If my mother were still alive or if I had close family, I would help them too. Or If I had more friends besides Kirk, I’ll help them. Or if I had a girlfriend, I’ll give her anything and everything she could ever want.

I return to the office fifteen minutes late, but no one says anything to me. They just greet me when I arrive and Rea thanks me when I walk over to her desk and hand her a dessert I bought for her. It's a fancy tangerine-shaped pastry that reminded me of the fruits she brings in to eat every day and with which she permeates the entire office.

"Thank you so much, Adrien!" She exclaims with sparkling eyes, "What's the occasion?"

"Nothing. I just thought of you when I saw this, so I bought it for you," I explain with a shrug and go to sit down while Rea continues to thank me. She's a nice girl, I like sitting across from her, so we spend the rest of the day chatting and when I leave the building, I feel like I have a new friend.

I get in my Lambo and drive to the hotel with a giant smile on my face still. I get to my suite and as soon as I take off my shoes and sit on the bed, I feel myself passing out.

Yesterday's exhaustion gets to me with the coke comedown so I fall asleep right then and there, at six o'clock in the evening, still wearing my suit.

This is the life.

Viktoria

Adrien is staying in a hotel, which is very annoying for me. I can't get in unless I rent a room and even then, there are too many cameras and eyes everywhere. It's practically impossible to get into his room.

This morning, once Adrien is in the office, I drive to his friend's office who he had lunch with yesterday and who I followed once he left. It's a small building with only two floors. An accounting office.

So... is he a friend or is he an accountant? Or both?

I walk into the building and ask the receptionist for information, I tell her I need an accountant and she keeps dropping information on me, especially when I ask for someone young and she says I should call Kirk Mulligan, the youngest guy in the office. And she gives me his card.

I thank her and get out of there.

Once I’m back in the Dell building, I spend the rest of the time checking out Kirk Mulligan. Fortunately, this guy has a lot of information about himself on his social media and is extremely active on all of them, as anyone his age should.

I study him for hours as much as I can and thanks to my intense sense of following trough, I find a photo of Adrien in 2012, at his high school, next to Kirk. Okay, so they are friends. Very old friends.

That’s a name I have to take care of when I consider the death of Adrien.

This day, Adrien doesn't leave the building for lunch. He leaves until 5pm and goes straight to his hotel again. Boring.

I could stay here and keep an eye out in case he comes out later at night, but the truth is I don't think it would be beneficial or even very likely, so I go back to my Airbnb and squeal with happiness when I see a box at the door waiting for me. It’s the clothes I ordered.

I walk into the house carrying my big box and before I start trying on everything I bought, I go on i********: to message Adrien from one of my fake accounts. Adrien follows about two hundred i********: models on his account, so I venture to guess he's straight and very into hot women.

I use Tamara Garcia for him, she’s a cute dark-haired girl with olive skin who uploads a lot of bikini pics. She's stunning, but not too stunning. That way Adrien could presume she's easy to get.

I send him a private message replying to his picture with the Lamborghini and stroke his ego just enough to make it look normal.

" Good looking guy in an amazing car. I really like it ."

I set my phone aside and while I wait for him to take the bait, I undress and start pulling out my new clothes. Except I'm barely opening the box when my phone rings. Is it...? Yes, Adrien answered already.

Pathetic. He's thirsty.

"I can give you a ride anytime. Hi, how are you?" That’s what his message says.

And while I'm figuring out how to answer, I start getting notifications of him liking all my photos. My goodness, he is way more thirsty than I could have ever imagined.

I guess this answers my question of whether he has a girlfriend or not. I mean, he could still have a girlfriend and be a horny pig, but with this high level of neediness, I seriously don't think he has anyone in his life. And that maybe it's been a while since he's breathed on a real woman or had contact with anyone other than his own hand.

I sit on my bed in my underwear and talk to Adrien for about an hour. I don't think he has much to do tonight because his replies are almost instant.

Adrien answers my questions with extreme ease. He tells me he doesn't have a girlfriend and has never had one. He also spills out all the information about where he works.

This man doesn't have a shred of mystery, for real, he even tells me that his father died recently and left him an inheritance and a guaranteed position in his company. He's trying to impress Tamara, of course, but fück. It almost makes me want to scold him and tell him to learn how to be a little more reserved with strangers.

"What do you like to do in your free time?" I ask, getting out of bed in my underwear to go get something to eat. This time Adrien takes more time to answer and gives me a chance to cook myself some pesto pasta.

Adrien

What do I like to do in my free time? Uh... smoke weed, consume some of my five pounder and dance with myself in my hotel room. I like to draw when I'm high and eat a lot... but those aren't things I can say to a pretty girl I'm trying to get, right?

"I like to hang out with friends." I answer, grimacing because I haven't really had any friends I've hung out with in years.

"I also like to go out to bars and restaurants." I continue. That’s another lie, it's been like three years since I've stepped foot in a bar.

God, am I pathetic?

Yeah, I am... although I'm doing things to change that. I'm starting to make friends beyond the guys who used to work with me selling in the neighborhood. I'll start reconnecting with Kirk and start being friends with Rea, too. These lies I'm telling may not be so false in a couple of weeks.

Tamara replies that she does the same thing and I smile. She's so nice.

I've never had a girl talk to me first before, it's amazing. Plus, she's super hot. I can't stop looking at her pictures, especially where she's in a bikini.

"I like going to the beach too," I add when something occurs to me, "Would you like to go with me sometime?"

My hands start to sweat.

"Sure... I live in Miami. And you?" She asks and I let out a grunt, until I remember that now I can just travel whenever I feel like it. As long as it's the weekend.

“LA. I could come visit you."

"Of course, sounds great, though maybe later? We literally just met."

Oh, right. I could be a killer for all she knows.