Music roared, women danced, liquor was served and the lights flashed, I should be having fun not sitting here watching them , but why don't I want to move?
Maybe it's because I'm tired, tired of doing the same thing every night, tired of the lights, the music and the women maybe I've had too much to drink. The door busted open and flying in came my best friend with a woman, just great he was at it again messing with hearts, and thinking with his groin instead of his head. She was surprised to see me and figured I wanted to" join in" too so she walked up to me and sat in my lap. Just great another misunderstanding!, I pushed her off my lap and looked at him
"Greyson get the woman out of here. " I told him , he looked at me and nodded and told her he was sorry and that he had to go, I took my coat and he followed behind me.
"Geez man what the hell? I was having fun something you're clearly not doing," Greyson remarked.
I grabbed my tie and loosened it
" Shut the hell up, I'm tired and bored I'm heading home."
He looked at me in disbelief," Bro what's going on we used to fool around together all the time, since when have you wanted to head home, I thought you hated that place."
He wasn't wrong I really did hate that place because it was empty, not a single soul around, no one waited for me home, there was nothing there, neither in this one nor the one's in Italy. What was the point of having so many houses if they'd be so empty? . I hated my old house more, could I even call it a home ? The lies and deceit, the tricks and blackmail that my father and stepmother would love to scheme. I remember how they loved to try to manipulate me to give shares of my company, their greed blinded them and their means were wicked. Their rules were unreasonable, I wasn't allowed to marry unless it was a wealthy lady since that was the only type of lady who wouldn't care if I was the illegitimate child of the family but , he knows I hate the thought of having a wife who just sits idly around and does nothing, but he accepts nothing but elegant refined "young ladies" and he won't let me go, as a fish whose controlled by the fishers hook. My father clings on to me a stupid branded title that would ruin me forever, illegitimate.
Why was my family so screwed up?
I looked at Greyson and smiled at him ," You're like a brother to me Greyson the only real family I have, I meant to go to my own house but your house is closer so take me won't you?
He looked at me and laughed it off, he told me I was acting like a little girl , in the end he agreed he would take me to his house
Was I acting like a girl? Maybe I was but, I was too tired to bring out a fight for such a bold statement
Truth be told I don't know what I would do without him, and as of right now I really didn't want to go to another empty house.