David POV
I woke up usual slight sleepy. I rubbed my eyes with my thumb. I carefully slipped out of bed and walked to my personal bathroom. Phone in hand, I never went anywhere without it, not even restrooms. I would take my calls in the shower anytime. I stood in front of the mirror. I washed my face after dabbed my face with a towel. I looked into my black eyes. There wasn't bloodshot and the puffiness was already starting to go away. I blinked away all the last sleepiness and ran my fingers through thick dark hair.
The Benson had perfect hair. His father is billionaire. Francis Benson is in his fifties and his hair was just starting to turn gray. He looks ten years younger and David still believes he is not getting old and have all the time in the world before he needed to worry about him losing his look.
I smile at myself. I know I am handsome. I have everything I need but I feel so lonely sometimes that why I work hard not to think so much. I find women throwing themselves on me because of my money, and nothing else that matters to them. I hate them so much. These perfect teeth, my dimples and the twinkling in my black eyes. I find myself so fascinating but I have no one to share with.
I heard my phone buzzing on the counter top. I snapped out my thoughts.
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