The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Eighty Five

Adrian Winters

Pulling through the gates of my house my McLaren screeched to a halt in the middle of the driveway before I pushed open the door and slipped out slamming the door shut before walking to my front door and entering tossing the key haphazardly into its spot in the drawer.

Before pulling open the liquor cabinet and retrieving a bottle to fill a square spiral glass, before swiftly making a drink and began to pace around my living room feeling claustrophobic despite the size of my living room.

At some point I sighed deeply, and took a sip from the crystal coaster I held between two fingers that was containing nearly melted ice cubes and half a glass of the most expensive whiskey I owned.

Putting in the eight digit code for my security system, yes eight, I opened the back door and walked out onto the patio feeling the cold ocean breeze caress my face cooling the tips of my ears to a dark shade of salmon, and enter my abyss home. The only light being from the skylight above the entryway causing a hail of moonlight to create a spotlight glow at the front door of my house.

Sav and I had argued for over an hour on the phone until I had enough and hung up. Both of us saying things that weren't polite or soft in any sense my sharp words were going against her explosive insults. It was a constant war, a battle every time it seemed that we saw each other about something new or different, minor things.

The haunting of what happened at the lake house a back of my mind memory but none the less it seemed to permeate and ferment in the deep dark corner of my mind, never being allowed to leave.

Raising the glass to my lips again I shut my eyes as the familiar burn blessed the region of my mouth with all of its notes and refusing to cause myself to tear up, unlike the first time most people have hard alcohol. It never affected me the same as other people. Hunter tried once and we ended up stopping because he wasn't giving up despite being completely done.

So since them Hunter Ambrose is on a tight leash of trying though he still parties and drinks, and brings home a girl every other week to be his toy for that period. He needed to stop with the distractions and just admit he likes someone. I've given up on trying to push the two of them together Mia stayed firmly as a friend for reasons that were completely understandable.

I stopped the partying and the making out. I stopped trying to drown out my issues and pain through drinking and doing things that I regret still months later. But now here I was holding a glass of scotch and drinking all over again, I caved, I had broken all because of the insufferable existence of a silvery blonde haired girl.

Another sip followed my distracted thoughts and I realized I was anger drinking.

Fuck it.

Downing the entire glass I walked back inside and snatched the bottle off the counter before walking outside and tipping it back the air bubbles plipping as I filled my mouth and swallowed again and again until the bottle was half empty.

My head felt fuzzy though I also haven't eaten since lunch and that was nine hours ago so all I had in my stomach was one-hundred-ten proof liquor.

No wonder my fucking father sent me across the world, what a bloody family embarrassment.

Throwing the bottle it shattered against the marble tiling of my patio dousing the warm ground in glass fragments, and the strong scent of smoked caramel, and woody notes.

"Fuck" I mutter going inside to get the broom and dustpan to clean up the mess.

Getting all of it cleaned up and leaving a towel over the liquid and likely some minor shards I push it into a ball and collect the last pieces of glass only to take it back inside and carrying it outside along with taking my McLaren key to move it back into the garage.