The Over Night Secret Billionaire

Captured

When he stepped outside, the day seemed to be a little late and the cold seemed to be severe.

He squeezed his hand across his chest tightly, the cold was tormenting his broken heart. 

He needed something warm. Something that would warm up his heart and be able to let out his frustration.

Darren checked his jean pocket and saw that he had 3 dollars left with him and the only thing he could think of was alcohol. 

They say alcohol is bad but they ignore the fact that alcohol is the only friend that get to stay with you in tough times. 

The only friend that would permit you to let out the heaviness buried in one's heart. Yes it’s bad, but it gives you the freedom to open up your heart and groan whatever way you want and it won’t judge. It won’t judge you like others would.

Darren located the nearest bar close to him. He had to hurry up because he felt like it was difficult for him to breath already.

The more he thinks about what had happened back at his girlfriend’s apartment, the more he felt like he was being strangled by invisible hands.

He stumbled into the bar as he clutched his hand around his chest, holding his heart in place not to fall off.

He requested for a very harsh alcohol and if there was any alcohol that would wipe off your memory he would request for that at this moment of his life.

He crashed unto a seat at the bar while he waited for the waiter to serve him the alcohol he ordered for.

While he waited, he couldn’t fight back the tears anymore. He buried his face on the table in front of him and began to cry out.

His fist tightened as he groan out all the pain for seeing his girlfriend cheating on him and the humiliation he received from the same girl who he had suffered for. The same girl he was going to do anything for!

He was so overwhelmed in the pain and the tears trickling down his face that he wasn’t aware of the waiter who was already in front of him with the alcohol.

Darren lifted his head a bit and without speaking he grab the alcohol with urgency as if he was an addict.

He aggressively opened the alcohol as emotions invade his veins. He sniffled as he began to gulp down. He gulp down and cried again. He repeated gulping down the alcohol and crying. He did it again. And again.

While he was letting out his frustrating, four men on black suit with dark shades on, walked through the glass door of the bar.

They seemed to be focused on him as they gave one another a slight nod as though they were communicating with body signs.

They matched towards Darren whose face was swollen from the tears and he apparently look frustrated like someone who was about to give up on life.

The four suit men suddenly surrounded his table and Darren looked up at them with fear. 

“ What is going on here? I didn’t do anything this time so go back to Eric and tell him to have Avery whatever way he wants!” Darren yelled at them, thinking the guards were from Avery’s new boyfriend, he probably sent them to attack him again.

Darren noticed that the four suit men weren’t speaking to him instead they seemed to be confirming something as they stared at his face.

“ It’s him.” One of the suit men said, who seem to be the leader.

“ What? What do you mean by it’s him? I didn’t do anything!” Darren yelled out in frustration as he tried to get off the seat and run for his life because at the current state he is at, he is incapable to fight. He is too weak and drunk to defend himself through a fight.

While he abruptly gets off the seat to run, one of the guard smacked the back of his palm against his neck and Darren fell flat as he suddenly went unconscious.

“ I hope that won’t harm him. If not, the boss will kill us.” The leader asked the one who had made him unconscious.

The discomfort on Darren’s face showed how much pain he was going through while he lay flat on the luxury bed. The sunlight pouring through the window fell on his face, and his eyes began to blink open.

"God, what the hell am I doing here?” He swiftly got up and began to scan around the room, and he noticed this was not his bedroom because his bedroom was not definitely as big as this and it doesn’t smell this nice.

The lavender fragrance from the bed and the entire room hit his nose, and he felt like falling back to the bed for more sleep. But that was impossible because, first, how did he get here, and why was he here?

He can’t even remember a thing from last night. All he remembered was getting drunk to stupor. He needed to be smacked hard by the alcohol so that he would forever forget a girl called Avery.

He badly wished there was a kind of alcohol that would erase one’s memory. Apart from getting drunk, he doesn’t remember a thing or why he found himself in a luxury room.

For a second, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck. While he tried to touch it, it hurt like hell, and he wondered what had happened to him.

He wanted to blame himself for getting wasted last night for not being able to remember anything, but then he remembered that he needed to. He needed the alcohol so badly that he was going to die of severe pain in his heart.

As he was about to groan again from the pain around the back of his neck, the door to the room suddenly flared open.