“What would you have, Sir?” the bartender asked Michael who had been leaning over the table, lost in his thoughts. He was still trying to piece together the source of Richardson’s wealth.“A martini,” he sighed, settling into a stool. How did it happen? How had he become so rich overnight, he thought as he sipped his drink.He looked at Richardson with hatred, watching him laugh with some men as they fell into a couch together. They were all having fun and that bothered him.Michael hated that feeling of being low. He hated being walked over.Taking a huge gulp of his drink, he stood to his feet, walking to where Richardson and three of the empire men who he could recognize were seated.He could recognize the men as he had seen them in person a couple of times and they had graced the face of the internet a few times as well. They worked for the company as they were related to the owner of the company.What Michael was unsure of, was Richardson’s relationship to these men.“Hello
“Don’t touch me!” Michael yelled out in anger pushing against the hordes of guards gripping his suit in a rough manner.“Right this way sir,” Tom chuckled, ready to rough handle the man if it ever came down to it.“Alice!” Michael called to his girlfriend. “Alice, come here!”Alice could hear Michael calling her but she was already embarrassed by what was happening. Her boyfriend was being dragged out by seven men, she was already mortified. She secretly wished she was not associated with Michael.Jennie walked to where she sat with a drink in her hand. She watched the man being dragged out before turning to see Alice hiding her face from the crowd.“Isn’t that your man?” Jennie chuckled, almost spilling her drink in amusement. “You’re not going to leave with him? He seems to be in dire need of your care.”Alice gave a fake smile after hearing the sarcastic tone in her voice. “I'm not ready to leave yet,” was all Alice could say. She did not want to show everyone that she knew t
“Another one please,” Alice sighed to the bartender who looked at her with raised brows.“Are you okay ma’am?” he asked in concern, worried about the sanity of the lady before him.“Just get me my damn drink and I’ll worry about myself later,” she growled to the man who had his hands up, ready to get her drink without delay.Moira had gone to meet up with some women, leaving her to herself. She could not help but stare at Richardson at his table. After seeing him mingle with most people at the party, she started to wonder why she was getting attracted to him. He looked better than he was a few months ago. He was more handsome and not to mention richer than he used to be.“Here it is,” the bartender dropped her glass on the table as she nodded, waving him off.She had a plan. She was going to wait for him to be alone before jumping in. She wanted him to be hers for a second. She was going to use her feminine charm on him. It was sure to work. It had worked on other men, Richards
Richardson hated the guts of the woman before him. She had ruined his life and yet she wanted his forgiveness.He did not care about her or what she did at the party so long as she was not in his way. “I…”“Let me finish,” he raised a finger, shutting her instantly. He had spent all his life listening to her speak, it was time she listened to him. “Now, I had my hopes set on you as my mother was unconscious in the hospital. I wanted you Alice. Just you. I had no one else but you and you ditched me!”“Richie…”“I love how all of this is playing out because it shows what kind of person you are and your type disgusts me,” he laughed. “You ditched me for money.”“That’s not…”“…true?” he completed, spreading his arms around. “Look around you girl. Why the actual fuck are you here if not because of that?”“It’s because I love you Richardson.”This statement was what he had not expected to hear from the woman.A light chuckle escaped his lips, “You are delusional, you know that?”“If…”“Y
Driving off into the traffic, Michael slammed his palms across his steering wheel in anger. He had so many embarrassing nights, but this had to be the worst. It had to be at the top of his list.Richardson had thrown him out of a respectable gathering with so many respectable men there. How dare he?! How could he do so with no one stopping him?!Swerving dangerously close to a Nissan with its brake lights on, he flipped off the driver, zooming through the traffic lights.Turning up the volume of his radio, its music blaring dangerously loud from his speakers, he went on to put his foot down on the accelerator.The memory of the party haunted him over and over as he heaved heavily. How he had been carried out with his dignity thrown out of the window. It was crazy to think of.Seeing a bar loom up in the distance, he could feel his throat itch for a drink. He loved the taste of the drink at the party. He wanted something like that.Swerving like a mad man, he parked close to a dumpster
It had been a shock to see the man in an expensive suit but he knew something had happened after their separation.How had he changed so much in so little time? It wasn’t even up to two months and he had gotten rich. What did he do?!He knew when Richardson would beg him for food and he would give him the remnants from his fridge. Their university days had been a bit difficult as he had tried keeping his identity a secret to Richardson.He did not like being associated with him, but he was intelligent and it gave him the open doors he could attain. He had used the man, but it was all for a great cause. If Richardson had known about his money in the university, the man might have requested for some of it which he did not like to give out.He enjoyed making fun of Richardson. He had loved the look on his face after finding out of his affair with his girlfriend.It had elated him so much and made him feel more superior to the poor man.Hitting him across the cheek was part of the plan.
“I love your suit,” a man complimented the suit he had on, causing him to swell with pride.“Thanks,” he sighed, trying to not blush under the dim light. He liked whenever he was the center of attention. That was how Michael had grown up. He had loved being the main character. Even in other peoples stories, he loved being the main center of attention.Getting kicked out of the party had bruised his ego but getting compliments from the bar was healing him up really good.“How much did you get it?” the man went on with more men coming closer to get a feel of his suit. “A hundred thousand dollars,” he replied like he was bored but deep down, he was jumping for joy at the attention he was getting.“Oh my God!” He heard the men gasp in shock at the price with some whistling. Take it all in, he smiled to himself watching the reaction around him with an air of arrogance. It felt good to be rich amongst the poor. He was once again, the center of attention for the men.“Here,” he dropped a
“Where are you going, Sir?” Richardson’s driver asked him as he got into the Bentley, requesting for the keys.“I’m taking her for a little spin, I’ll be back,” he smiled taking the keys from the driver as he started it up.Roaring the car to life, he sped into traffic, heading for Jennie’s abode.“That was the most fun I have ever had,” she clapped her hands for joy. She was elated at how everything had gone for her.She had mingled with so many rich people, lived a life of luxury and had a wonderful night with Richardson. Being his girlfriend had gotten her so much attention.“I did too,” Richardson laughed, slowing down to get into a street way. “I had to deal with my ex and her crazy boyfriend.”“I saw that,” she concurred. “What happened to you both anyway?”Her question took him back to the past as he remembered his time in the company while watching himself dance, the look on his boss’s face as he was getting fired and his surprise to find out about his girlfriends affair with