The Billionaire's Chance

Landry's Pov

'why exactly am I here?' I keep asking myself this in hopes that I would one day get a reasonable answer. If you ask me, I can't remember when I became this obsessed with clubbing, I was always such a reserved guy but the thought of going home alone, sober really destroys my already terrible mood. The line between who I was and this new person that I can hardly recognize is now blurred, I really do not know which I even prefer but I sure as hell do not want to keep being reminded of what I'd lost.

Looking around the club, 'Liquid Courage' , funny name, I remember when I was judgemental towards people who spent their weekends clubbing but look at me now, I just don't spend only my weekends here but weekdays too, life truly has a great sense of humour.

While I'm still wallowing in my self pity, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, wondering who'll be calling me on a Thursday night, I answer the call without checking who's calling, from the way my hands keep shaking, I'm sure that I'm very tipsy.

"Hello" I can't even recognize my own voice, it sounds too husky to be mine. I'm met with silence on the other line, as I go to return the phone to my pocket, the voice finally speaks up.

"Please tell me you're not at a club right now" I recognise the voice as belonging to my best friend, Xavi Brooks, it's truly a wonder that we are still friends. I thought he would've gotten tired of my excesses and abandon me by now.

"Landry? Are you still there?"

Realising I've not given an answer yet," Yes, I'm still here and I'm definitely not at a club. As a matter of fact, I'm in my house, inside a hot tub" I say, smiling at my own joke.

"Landry, you're not five anymore" he pauses " tell me where you are so i can come get you "

Huffing, I decide to use his own words against him " I'm not five, I don't need you to come get me" i hang up and pocket my phone. I stagger towards the restroom because I really need to relieve myself, all of a sudden I'm on the floor and that's when I discover that I bumped into someone, I look up and see a pair of brown eyes staring back at me, I try to stand up but realize that I don't have any control of my body, I can feel hands on me and my eyes closing. My biggest regret tonight would definitely be not making it to be restroom, I just hope that I don't urinate on myself, with that thought in mind, everything goes black.

I try to open my eyes but everything hurts, my head feels like someone's sitting on it eliciting a groan from me, I open my eyes and I'm met with a ceiling that basically made of mirrors, I panic upon seeing that I'm in no clothes apart from my briefs, I sit up and look around, I'm in a room with mostly white furniture. "Where the hell am I" I stand up and immediately fall down.

"You shouldn't get up so quickly big man, you're probably nursing a terrible hangover" startled by the voice, I turn around towards the door and i set my gaze upon a woman that could pass for a goddess, she has jet black hair with a slender figure, she has the brownest skin I've ever seen. She starts walking towards me and I quickly grab the duvet to cover my indecency, " I've seen everything there is to see, if you were so bothered about another person seeing your nakedness then you probably shouldn't have passed out on the floor of my club and puked on yourself ", my embarrassment definitely made her happy because she started laughing, contrary to the embarrassment I felt, her laughter makes me smile. She hands me a cup of water "When you're done covering up yourself, come downstairs for breakfast" she turns and leaves, shutting the door behind her.

'What did I just get myself into'.

Upon putting on a pair of joggers and a tank top that I found on the side of the bed, I head downstairs, I take time to admire the interior decor of the house, it has a minimalist touch to it and I'm impressed however the excessive use of the colour white throws me off. I'm greeted with the smell of pancakes and bacon, I find the mysterious woman standing in the open plan kitchen and walk to the other side of the kitchen counter and sit.

"Where are my clothes" I ask her, feeling a bit overwhelmed with the whole situation.

She turns around and gives me a once over " well, good morning to you too, your clothes are at the dry cleaners, you vomited on yourself and I had to undress and clean you up" she faces whatever she's cooking thereby backing me "I thought I'd be receiving gratitude and not an interrogation"

The information she gives me finally dawns on me, if I vomited on myself and she undressed me, surely the right thing to do would be to remove all my clothes including my underwear, I stare at the joggers still wondering if the briefs I was putting on was mine because I sure as hell did not get the stench of puke.

She breaks me out of my thoughts "And yes, I also removed your underwear, don't tell me you didn't notice that the underwear you're putting on isn't yours" My eyes almost bulge out of my sockets and I have the greatest urge to run away and hide.

Clearing my throat "Who.. undressed me?" I stutter, slowly hoping she would say she had a brother or male friend who undressed me.

This time, she drops all she's holding and walks towards and looks into my eyes " I live alone, so it was obviously me" I stare at her shocked and speechless "Why else would I be calling you big man" she says this and trails her eyes through my lower abdomen. I stand and move away after getting her insinuation. ' I really shouldn't have drank last night'.