Possessive Billion Dollar Man

Jesse Blue

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It was the evening of April 9th 2016, and spring had settled on Amsterdam. The Volks Estate is filled with the hushes of the richest ladies and gents all over the country. The place is quite of high management and maintenance, obvious to those who have eyes for architecture and interior design. And as dusk fell on Eerstestraat, the street was buzzing with music, champagne, and loud chatters. 

At about eleven o'clock, my eyes wander to look for a girl in a turquoise satin dress. Thalia Grandeur, the owner of the turquoise dress, is a childhood friend of mine. Her family hosted one of the most high profiled-galas in the country. Where the most richest men and women from all over the country and neighboring countries are invited every year. I, on the other hand barely have enough money to pay for my own rent. Some of these people bracelets could pay off the next five years of my life if not more. 

The reason I was here in the first place was because Thalia did not want to be alone. This however proven to be a complete and utter lie, because I was alone, and she was nowhere to be found. She had clearly forgotten the memo that I was unfamiliar with the gala, and regardless ditched me in the middle of it.

I decided that there was no point of looking for Thalia in this crowd, I walked over to the bar and ordered a glass of yet another red wine. At least the drinks are limitless and free, but I shouldn't get drunk.  The wine was gentle and aromatic, unquestionably on the expensive side.  I sipped it with the most pious manner, just in case someone was watching. Scanning the room from my seat , I took a big gulp, before spilling a little bit of red on the corner of my lips down to my chin onto my dress. I rubbed my fingers across the fabric of my dress, before leaving a stain of red smudge. 

My eyes quickly roamed over the room, hoping that no one saw the spill I made. As someone who dealt with anxiety for a long time, you never really get over certain situations where you don't panic or overthink. This would have been one of those "it happens" moment, yet it completely registered as something far worst in my head. 

Right at that mini anxiety moment, I saw a man, a particularly handsome man, looking over at me with a grin on his face. My brain could not register what was happening.  

He was surrounded with the most elegant women I had ever seen. They would laugh in a manner that seems fake in the eyes of a third party, and stumbled little touches across his broad shoulders or chest.

It made me wonder.

How did all these girls get that pretty? I can't even put on proper nail polish without leaving bits of paints on my skin.

Then I remembered, they were probably fucking rich to have people do their nails, perhaps even cut their nails.

I didn't know why I was such a bitter motherfucker, but life was never fair for me.

I watched him more closely, noticing the smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. All the women throwing themselves at him was obviously pathetic, I'm not even that desperate. He might be good looking but everything about him screams Christian Grey, and he looked exactly just like the kind of man who would tape your mouth and tie your hand to a headboard of a bed. Nothing about it turns me on, and I might be referencing Grey cause I recently finished El James' Fifty Shades series. Not one of my favorites, but I had to see what the hype was all about, and quite frankly I was hooked by the cheesy drama and continued.

Our eyes met for a brief second before another 6 pairs of eyes looked over the direction where I was. My heart dropped, and was pounding in an abnormal rhythm, and the world seemed so closed off and I focused my gazed towards his and tried to focus only on his stares.