Chapter 59 Become A Trillionaire
Chris threw on his jacket and stormed off in his car. Arriving at his favorite club, early as it was in the morning, he went and sat down in the vvip room where he always was. He had reserved the place for life. It was practically his home.
His girlfriend-- one of his many girlfriends-+ was already there and waiting after receiving a call from him.
Sitting on the couch, he took out his phone and began scrolling through all of the pictures.
"You look quite pissed." His girlfriend commented. "Are you okay?"
He sighed. "Just do what you came here for." He rudely responded.
She slid her arm across his body and unzipped his pants as she went down on her knees. Taking out his member, she slid it into her mouth and got down to business.
Chris heaved a sigh in relief. He kept scrolling through the recent pictures, his eyes refused to believe it when he saw Cara in one of Andrew's posts. She really did know him. He couldn't believe it.
Even he had not been invited to party with Andrew though they were friends. Were they? But they were close enough... Right?
He shook his head, averting the question. He couldn't help but to stare at her smile in the picture. She looked so beautiful and happy.
'Why didn't she ever dress as sexy as this when we were together?' He wondered. 'But now that she's with the rich Armani kid, she always seems to want to look impressive always. Does she like him that much?' He shook his head and responded to his own question. 'No, she's just trying to look good for the money. So he doesn't look outside like... I did...'
He let out another sigh as his girlfriend thrust his member deeper into her mouth. Why wasn't he feeling excited as much as he should though? He kept wondering.
Yet he shrugged off the thought and focused on what was important to him. Stalking Cara.
Cara, Romeo, Andrew, Camilla and the other two he didn't quite know, they all huddled together with arms around each other like they had been best friends before they were even born.
Wide and happy smiles plastered on their faces. Amongst the men, Romeo still shone like an angel. It was unfair to look that good.
But he shrugged off that thought again. Clicking on Cara's update, his jaw dropped, almost touching the ground as he saw how intimate she was with Romeo in the picture.
She was sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck and Romeo placed one hand around her waist and the other that was holding a glass of whiskey laid on her thigh.
It looked like a picture taken without their awareness. They both seemed to be having a conversation when the picture was taken yet it looked so naturally beautiful.
He felt so angry as floods of comments came pouring in, telling Cara how good she looked with her new lover.
He realized that all the pictures they had taken together had been deleted from her wall and it annoyed him because last he checked, they were still there.
"That son of a rich btch must have told her to take it down!" He growled through gritted teeth. "I know she's not over me yet, I just know it!"
His girlfriend took him out of her mouth and frowned. "I am doing something down here, do you even notice that?"
He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Why is everyone so cranky today? Huh? Did I ask you to stop? Did I say anything about what you were doing?! Huh?!" He raged.
He just felt so angry. If he were to be honest, he was hardly feeling her presence. All he was craving was Cara and no one else. But since Cara was unavailable for now to feed his desires, anyone ought to do right?
Yet the girl with his member in mouth didn't seem to be doing anything at all!
"Why are you getting angry?" Her frown deepened. "You are always so loving and affection towards me! You have never complained about anything I did before. Is there a special reason why today isn't working out for you? Go ahead and tell me!"
"There's no special fcking reason! Something must be wrong with what you're doing then." He glared wide eyed at her, rage pouring from his face.
Her chest rose and fell heavily as rage filled her to the peak. Without sparing him another glance, she rose to her feet and adjusted her clothes properly, "go ahead and suck your own dck then." She muttered as she stormed out of the room.
Chris let out another heavy sigh. He didn't even care about her leaving. She would go back to him anyway because he was rich.
But Cara... That was the problem with her wasn't it? She was with a richer guy so chances of her going back to him was very low.
How could he make his name known farther and wider than the Armani already were?
There was quite a list in front of him if he was going to achieve that goal. His family were billionaires, wealthy people. But in comparison, he had about two billion dollars while the poorest of Romeo's friends had about forty billion.
How would he get over thirty eight billion dollars to defeat that person first? Then Andrew Malhotra, his wealth was almost hundreds of billions. His net worth in total was apparently ninety seven billion.
How was he supposed to beat that too? From two billion to one hundred billion, was that even a journey possible in a period of a few weeks?
Even if he became an armed robber, he couldn't make it.
Then he didn't even want to think of Romeo. The Armani family were more popular than other billionaires because they were the first and only family in the entire city to be so close in making their first trillion.
So if Chris wanted to beat them, he needed to become a trillionaire.
He sighed. Death was easier.