Damn it Dad Even though you're dead you still manage to torture my life. Mom gets her share, even the secretary gets her share. So why Dad? Why am I the only one whose share comes with conditions? And if I don't complete those conditions my inheritance will go to that idiotic cousin of mine, I said to myself while gulping down a glass of tequila shot.
I picked up my phone and contacted Shelly. Shelly is my club manager. Get me two of your finest ladies, send them to the VVIP section reserved for me... and one more thing Make sure there are a lot of tequila shots, I instructed her. Got it, she answered and hung up
I stood up annoyed. I needed to relax. I had only one week left so why don't I enjoy myself as much as I can because I'll be doing less of that in 6 months. Plus it's not like this is inevitable. I smile thinking of what I am going to do next.
Next day...
I woke up the next day with a bad hangover. I checked the time and it was 11:00 in the morning and I still wanted to sleep in. The girls were already gone and I was alone in my king-size bed. Although I'm rich and have it all, I do feel lonely and need the feeling called love. Love that I never got from my mom neither did I have a sister or a woman to love. All the ladies throw themselves at me because I'm rich and good looking but I don't have any feelings for them. Being poor or broke is something I've never felt before. Since I've got a weakness, I might as well spend it with a guy.
Ring ring ring
Hello, hey Charles where are you? Don't you remember it's Saturday? It's bros time, the guys said on the phone. Yeah I know, where are you guys, I'll be there in 20 minutes. I asked. We're at the golfing court. They answered I'm on my way I said and hung up.