I Am A Multibillionaire Dad

6

“From time to time she says things that are out of the world. I'm sorry, sir,” the driver pleads, still on his knees.

Weston collects his phone from the driver. “Don't you think she needs to see a psychiatrist? She might end up at the asylum at this rate.”

“I'm planning on doing that, sir.”

Weston brings out his wallet. It's empty. “Sorry, I don't have any cash on me, I'd have offered you some so that you can proceed with seeing the psychiatrist as soon as possible.”

“Don't worry, sir. I'm making arrangements,” the driver says quickly.

Weston glances at the woman. Her mouth was hanging open. “I'm sorry for mistaking you for a normal person. I mean, a normal person wouldn't have decided to split the money I wanted to use in getting a house with someone else.”

“I'm sorry for any inconveniences she might have caused you, sir,” the driver pleads.

“It's okay,” Weston says. He stares at the woman for some seconds before walking off. Some busybodies have taken record of the scene.

“How could you say I'm insane?” Weston hears the woman question the driver.

“Thank your stars he decided to let the matter slide, otherwise, you'd have ended up in a place worse than an asylum.”

“Is he that important?... I'm dead! How could Ivy have made me do something like that?”

“Ivy? Who is that?” Weston hears the driver ask.

Weston increases his pace and gets just in time to board on the plane with the other passengers.

Four hours later, the plane lands. Weston gets his traveling bag and dragged it along with him.

A young guy suddenly runs to hug him.

For some seconds, Weston is taken by surprise. He clears his throat.

Dramatically, the guy unwraps his hands from Weston and gets on his knees, he spreads his hands apart.

“Weston is back!” He shouts in top of his voice.

Weston smiles nervously. He glances around, people are staring at them. He looks back at the guy on the floor.

The guy stands up and brings out two sunglasses. He slips one on Weston's face before Weston can say anything.

“I am Santiago. I have been waiting for you all my life, Weston. Like, I'm so damn happy to be finally meeting you!”

Weston clears his throat. “I'm sorry, but I don't know you.”

“Your godfather who is also my dad sent us,” Santiago says with less enthusiasm like he is disappointed that Weston doesn't know him.

“Oh. It's nice to meet you,” Weston says.

Santiago collects Weston's traveling bag, he slips on his sunglasses.

“The car is over there,” Santiago points at an exit door.

Weston nods.

“Dad didn't tell me a lot about you, just said you are damn handsome, can you tell me a little about yourself?” Santiago asks.

“There is really nothing to say. You know my family?”

“I have met your brother once. Fuck, his kids are damn cute. The girl was like, ‘can you fix my phone for me?’ I didn't know how to fix it but I pretended I was going to. Guess what?” Santiago laughs. “She figured out that I bought her another phone even though I copied everything in the old phone to the new one.”

The way Santiago spoke, Weston finds himself laughing.

“I have met your sister twice but well…” he snorts. “She's quite harsh. I didn't get along with her kids. They're bookworms.”

Weston smiles. So his sister already has kids? How time flies.

“I have met your father countless times too. Your mother…I think I met her more than three times.”

“You know more about my family than I do, man,” Weston says.

“Still, I'd love to know how you've been all these while. Did you go to Pluto?”

Weston laughs. “What will I do there? Am I a fucking astronaut?”

“Hey,” a woman comes over to them as they get near a Lamborghini.

“Um, Weston, this is Loretta, she's the best female friend I have ever had,” Santiago says.

Weston sees Lorette roll her eyes on Santiago before turning to him.

She stretches out her hand. Weston quickly shakes it. “Nice to meet you, handsome.”

“You too.”

“You got the stuff?” Santiago asks her.

“Yes. It's behind the car. I can't carry it.”

“Who helped you carry it there in the first place?”

“The cab man.”

“You could have equally asked the cab man to help you carry it inside.” Santiago hisses.

“You took the car key with you, Mr dumb head.”

“You could have told the man to stay behind and come get the fucking key from me. I was inside.”

“Just listen to the shit you're spilling out of your mouth.”

“I know what you're doing. No worries. Imma help you carry it in the trunk.” Santiago hisses and to the back of the car.

Lorette turns to Weston. “Don't mind him; he's crazy.”

Weston smiles uneasily. Did they just have a fight or is that their way of cracking jokes?

“Bitch, I can't find it,” Santiago says from the back of the car.

Weston and Lorette walk to him.

“Where did you say it is? Did you even buy it?” Santiago accused.

Lorette wants to say something, she stares in a direction. Weston looks in the direction she is looking at.

He can see the man. The man who must have taken whatever it is that the two are talking about. The man is running away with it.

Without thinking, Weston purses the man, hot on the man's heels.