Life Style Of The Rich And Famous

I was never a big fan of these social events, but my dad was. He was old school, and really naive bless his heart. It is partly what killed him, that and getting too excited over a stripper while a night on holiday in the states.

It was thanks to him, that there I sit front row in a seat reserved for the head of Bryce INC with two clowns next to me in the form of Taylor Zane and Lenny Prince. They are my childhood buddies, both like myself being born into money and having to suffer the consequences of it, this life is not all glitz and glamour folks.

Anyway lost my train of thought, where was I. Oh yeah this social gathering, it was nothing too special, just a charity fashion show that my dad started 12 years ago and I keep going today. One of those events, where once a year people who spent the whole year feeling bad about being rich, give back and write what appears to be a big number on a check, so they can sleep easy at night. What is $4000 dollars to give you a reason to drown in whiskey in your own self pity.

Me?, well am new school, I don't buy into it. I am rich and people are poor, tough shit for them, everybody has their place in life.

Oh wait a minute, would you look at that! My glance shoots to the runway where I am amazed by the beauty of these women.

"She has to be taken Teej"

I hear Zane but I completely block him out as me and this woman shares a glance as she is doing her thing on the runway.

"Get her info for me would you."

"Sure thing boss, let's go Lenny it seems like Teej here has found a winner"

Zane and Lenny get up out of their seats and head toward the back of the room to talk to the man that was in charged of recruiting the talent for the evening.

The rest of the night goes on without a hitch, the same old, just a different year. The other women were ok but my mind was still set on that one. As the workers clear up the main floor of my estate, I head upstairs to my bedroom away from all the madness.

Walking up to my bedroom, I notice the door was left open, this is not normal because I always close it. Probably just the maid forgetting to close it after she was done cleaning.

"Santana, I thought I told you if I saw this door open again, I was going to deport your ass!"

"Oh am sorry, but I heard you requested me"

It was her, I try to be quick witted but silence feels the air.

"Well can I help you, your TJ Bryce right? This was your party?"

I nod because words were just not happening right now.

"They did not tell me you were deaf"

"Am not, I just was stunned by your beauty"

There you go Teej, there is the billonaire playboy that makes the magazine covers.

"Your so sweet"

"Careful now, I dont need rumors like that getting around"

"As proposed to young billonaire is caught in a hotel suite with 4 women, some X and still manages to leave the court room with a slap on the wrist"

"Touche!, want to cuff me?"

"Your something else"

"Whats your name, its only fair since you aready know so much about me"

"Raquel LeFlocke"

"Well Raquel, what do you say to some drinks"



The sound of a pirching alarm feels the air, as I lean over and hit the off button. I gently pick up the female arm that wrist on my bare chest and set it to the side as I rub my eyes and stand up. Walking over to the night stand, I pickup my IPhone and scroll through the missed calls and text and one catches my eye.


"Can those guys be any louder?"

I turn toward the bed to address the female voice, as Raquel LeFlocke is seen on the edge of the bed.

"It is part of their charm"

"Well their charm can wait for a decent hour"

"You know what cant wait for a decent hour though"

Before Raquel can answer, I walk over and grab a handful of that ass.

"Round 2"

Raquel playfully pushes me away.

"Your bad, you know were on a tight schedule"

"Suit yourself, if you can deny this more power to you"

Flashing her a wink, I strip down to nothing, grab some clothes and head to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower to wake myself up.

Leaving Raquel with her thoughts.