Chapter 2

Aiden's Pov

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, finding peace in the sound of the ceiling fan whirl. My thoughts are just dark spaces, I don't want to think anymore, I just want to sink into sweet oblivion like I do every day since God decided I was the only one worthy of living this miserable life, he played his hand hard, I still remember all the headlines saying; 'The billionaire Mathews Family all die in a plane crash except the first son, Aiden'

I knew pain then, not only physical pain but pain of knowing nothing lies ahead in the future because I was supposed to be that future but I guess the future came early. I snap out of my thoughts and realize the whore from the night before is still in my bed. She tries snuggling into me, but I sit up fully and drag the covers of her, revealing her perky breasts.

"Good morning, Aiden," she says with a smile. I try to understand what she's still doing in my bed.

"I'll wire the money, it's morning your services are no longer required"

She looks at me with a you cannot be serious face, but I know she doesn't deserve a minute of my time, so I get up and enter the bathroom. I'm done brushing my teeth when I hear the door shut, I guess she found her way out.

I headed downstairs to look in the kitchen for what Lucia, my housekeeper, had prepared. She's the closest thing I have to a family right now. She means the most to me. I enter the kitchen, and she's busy on the stove, so I sit on the countertop.

"Fried eggs, bacon, chicken, and pancakes," she says without even looking at me. " It would be nice if you step out today, son, the weather's nice,"

I shrug, my mouth waters as I dive into the food. "I knew that'd be your answer so I made necessary arrangements".

"Arrangements?" I say with my mouth full. "Boy, you know better than to talk with food in your mouth." I laugh, but my laughter is short-lived.

"Aiden Matthews, New York's Most Eligible Bachelor, it's been a minute".A very familiar voice says. Oh no

Mike Andrews, my best friend, he's my main guy but he can be a little extra.

"Lucia called and said I should get you out of your apartment today, so we are going to your office, but first, you have to get a haircut; you look like a hot mess." He tries to run his hand through my hair, but I slap it away.

Mike is a lady's man and also the heir to the biggest fashion line in the world; the guy knows his stuff when it comes to playing dress up.

"Sorry bro but I don't feel like going anywhere"

"You know what's wrong with that statement 'bro' I wasn't asking your opinion," he said

"I'll just leave you boys to it then," Lucia says with a laugh and leaves us both in the kitchen.

Ugh. Today is going to be tough.

After a quick shower, I put on my dark blue Armani suit and head out. I look at the mirror and smile, I'm satisfied with what I see.

Mike and I go in separate cars because he's going to work too. When I enter the reception, I can feel all eyes on me. I know I'm stunning but they don't have to look too long.

As I head to my office, I remember that I am now going to be in my father's office. My spirit dampens a little but I know I'll have to get over it somehow. I enter my father's office. Memories cloud my mind, but I shake them away. I take a seat in the chair – my father's chair, and I shake that thought off.

I look over to where the secretary is supposed to be but I see no one. Hmmn, I call the front desk using the landline and the front desk secretary appears.

"Where is the secretary?" I ask with a scowl.

"She quit right after your father–" she says but stops midway, looking down as though the ground should open up and swallow her. I almost laugh

"Whatever, just start interviewing for replacements, since I have to point everything out now," I say

"Sir, no one knew you'd be at work soon; there was no advertisement prior," she says to me somewhat rudely. She has nerves. I glance at the name tag.

"Okay Ms. Greene I guess you should be sitting in this chair and giving instructions since you're talking without being asked questions"

She looks at me now remorseful. "I'm sorry sir, won't happen again". She turns to leave.

"And Miss Greene, get me some files and coffee, ask around how I like it" and I point to the door to signal she's dismissed. She comes back with a heap of files and coffee. I look through them and begin work.

I'm so engrossed in work and I don't notice it's already late. I got a text from Mike to meet him at Midnight Club.

The club is noisy as usual, Mike and I are seated at the bar. I look over at the dance floor. I see people dancing, but my eye catches a lady in a tight black dress that shows all her curves, her hair almost waist length moving side to side as she sways her hips to the music. I can tell she's tipsy, but so am I. I gulp down my last shot glass, and I head over to her to make small talk. She puts her arms on my shoulder and kisses me; it looks like she's in no mood for talk; I break the kiss to catch my breath.

That kiss left me hungry and wanting more. I felt a spark in the kiss. She looks at me as though she felt it too. I look at those baby blue eyes, and I feel a connection, it could be the shots I took earlier, but I know it's different.

"Should we leave here?" I ask.

"Yeah, let's go somewhere quiet, where it's just gonna be us, please," she says.

We are both drunk and horny, there's only one place I can think of at the moment

My bed.