After a couple of minutes, Wumi groaned, "What the hell did you do to me?" Her voice was pained, but there was a smile on her face.

I didn't answer. But after another minute to catch my breath, I managed to stagger over to her. With the adrenaline and testosterone inside me burned away, my touch became gentle. I rolled Wumi onto her side, and then scooped her naked body into my arms.

She nuzzled her lips and nose against my neck. "you can be such a fucking stud when you want to be," she whispered.

I didn't know how to answer that. Instead I carried her out of my bedroom and towards the bathroom. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."




FRIDAY

At 9am promptly, Helen arrived at my door. She didn't look very surprised when Wumi opened up the door for her with an overly dramatic "Can I help you?"

Helen smiled at the use of her own phrase. "Good morning, Wumi." She then looked to me. "Good morning, Mr. Robins."

I arched an eyebrow.

Helen covered her mouth as she laughed. "Tade..." Her blush was back. But then it was right down to business. "Have you decided on a property?"

Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen finding myself breakfast while Helen was barking orders into her own version of my Bluetooth earpiece. The instant I'd given her an address she'd launched into a flurry of activity.

Wumi had already left for the morning, and I lounged on my couch, mumbling to myself of exactly which Lear jet I wanted to buy. There was a private, exclusive airfield in upstate New York I'd always wanted to be a part of.

And then Helen returned back, hanging up her phone. "Okay, I'm going out to finish arrangements and change my clothes. you've got two hours."

"Two hours until what?"

Helen grinned at me. "you'll never believe how efficient this is going to be."

It is absolutely amazing how fast things can happen around you. The story about my unknown father and the massive inheritance had broken less than a week ago.

Last Friday I'd woken up, comfortable in my own home and with no immediate plans to leave it. Now, I looked around and saw almost nothing but brown moving boxes. I was even sitting on one of the boxes, all my chairs packed away already.

I simply sat and waited out the chaos, unwilling to leave while everything I owned was being handled by professional movers.

After a couple of minutes, Wumi groaned, "What the hell did you do to me?" Her voice was pained, but there was a smile on her face.

I didn't answer. But after another minute to catch my breath, I managed to stagger over to her. With the adrenaline and testosterone inside me burned away, my touch became gentle. I rolled Wumi onto her side, and then scooped her naked body into my arms.

She nuzzled her lips and nose against my neck. "you can be such a fucking stud when you want to be," she whispered.

I didn't know how to answer that. Instead I carried her out of my bedroom and towards the bathroom. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."




FRIDAY

At 9am promptly, Helen arrived at my door. She didn't look very surprised when Wumi opened up the door for her with an overly dramatic "Can I help you?"

Helen smiled at the use of her own phrase. "Good morning, Wumi." She then looked to me. "Good morning, Mr. Robins."

I arched an eyebrow.

Helen covered her mouth as she laughed. "Tade..." Her blush was back. But then it was right down to business. "Have you decided on a property?"

Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen finding myself breakfast while Helen was barking orders into her own version of my Bluetooth earpiece. The instant I'd given her an address she'd launched into a flurry of activity.

Wumi had already left for the morning, and I lounged on my couch, mumbling to myself of exactly which Lear jet I wanted to buy. There was a private, exclusive airfield in upstate New York I'd always wanted to be a part of.

And then Helen returned back, hanging up her phone. "Okay, I'm going out to finish arrangements and change my clothes. you've got two hours."

"Two hours until what?"

Helen grinned at me. "you'll never believe how efficient this is going to be."

It is absolutely amazing how fast things can happen around you. The story about my unknown father and the massive inheritance had broken less than a week ago.

Last Friday I'd woken up, comfortable in my own home and with no immediate plans to leave it. Now, I looked around and saw almost nothing but brown moving boxes. I was even sitting on one of the boxes, all my chairs packed away already.

I simply sat and waited out the chaos, unwilling to leave while everything I owned was being handled by professional movers.

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I simply sat and waited out the chaos, unwilling to leave while everything I owned was being handled by professional movers.

Helen was the field marshal, half muttering into her phone's earpiece and half yelling at the movers as she marched around supervising the dozens of people handling my move.

Some were in my apartment; some were shuttling down and back from the moving truck, everyone in a big hurry. I didn't quite see the rush, myself. After all, I'd only picked out my new place this morning. And yet my bed was being dismantled before my very eyes.

I guess I didn't live in a world of escrow or inspections. When Tade Robins, billionaire, bought a place, it was time to move.

Then again, I was Tade Robins... billionaire. This was MY life. "Wait, wait, wait!" I sputtered angrily.

"Yes, sir?" Helen immediately was at the ready before me.

For once, I didn't try to correct her. "This is just all moving so fast. Am I really moving out of my apartment tonight?"

"Technically, we'll be ready to move you in about an hour. I've already cleared it with your new address. you'll be able to sleep in your new bed in two hours if you wish."

"And if I don't wish. If I wanted to unpack everything and call the whole thing off."

"That is your prerogative, sir. I will remind you of the security concerns and the requirement of available space for your staff. I wouldn't recommendstaying here forever. There's no point in continuing to pay Manhattan rent prices. Still, the choice is yours. Do you wish me to stop?"

I sighed and thought about it. "No, no I suppose not. I'll just have to get used to my new... situation."

"No offense, Tade. I wouldn't mind being in your situation."

And she flashed me a wicked smile. At least Helen wasn't in her professional business suit anymore. With a little more of a rough and tumble day, she had a long-sleeved cotton top and jeans so tight she had to have been sewn into the denim.

The casual dress and comfortable ponytail might have softened her all-business image if it weren't for the way she'd been stomping around coldly giving commands into her headset.

Nice work.

The casual dress and comfortable ponytail might have softened her all-business image if it weren't for the way she'd been stomping around coldly giving commands into her headset.

"I wonder what you would do in my situation... Tell you what, I'm not exactly putting you into my situation. But I feel like I just don't understand all this just yet. So here's what I'm going to do." I got up, heading for my zip-up sweater and my keys. "you're in charge. Make any decision you want on my behalf. Arrange furniture, decoration ideas, whatever. I'm going for a walk and I'll meet you back here at... at 4pm. I'll say goodbye to my apartment and then we'll head over to 5th Avenue."

"Of course, sir."

Moments like this were all business. The "sir" suddenly seemed appropriate. It felt good to just take charge and bark out my own orders.

"And might I add, sir, I think you're finally getting the idea."

"I'll see you in a few hours. I'll take the car and remind the driver to bring me back on time." And with my wallet and keys, I was out.

Now the really hard part. I had to call my mom and tell her my new address.

"Where to, sir?"

I leaned back into the plushy softness of the ultra-luxury Maybach 62 sedan and thought about it for a moment. "I need to do some shopping. Some really, really out of control shopping. And I'm starting with the biggest TV I can find."

"I know just the place, sir." And so the driver pulled out into traffic.

Meanwhile, I thumbed open my phone and put in my fancy earpiece. I found my mom's number and hit the TALK button.

Thirty minutes later, the car was idling against the curb while I desperately attempted to get off the phone with my mother. "Goodbye, mom."

I then twiddled my thumbs for another two minutes listening to her more urgently blister advice into my ears before I tried again, "Goodbye, mom."

Now under the latest urgent assault, I reclined my seat, letting the footrest come up and support me while I lay almost flat in the back of this car. I sighed... All the money in the world and I still can't get off the phone.

By 4:30pm I was back in the same position, reclined all the way back in the backseat. Only this time, the trunk was full with several bags of clothing I never would have paid the money for in my previous life. My new ultra-sound-blocker headphones were wiring a full library of tunes into my ultra-mp3-playing-cell- phone. The flashy diamond-encrusted watch was a heavy dead weight on my wrist. And even though the Maybach windows were perfectly tinted, my new oversized sunglasses provided that extra level of protection against ANYONE seeing my eyeballs.

Okay, so I was a half-hour late. But I was the boss. What could Helen do, fire me?

It's a good thing I was able to schedule most of the rest of my shopping for delivery to my new pad. Otherwise I'd never be able to fit everything into this car and I would have been even later. Damn I loved black credit cards.

And best of all, I had the brand-new AWESOme wardrobe to suitably impress my date for tonight. That was the one big thing missing. I was all alone in this backseat. But that would soon change. I had youth, good looks, and a ton of money. Soon I would have love.

Of course, life doesn't turn out all nice and tidy like that, does it?

I'd been standing in my bedroom for at least five minutes, at least, what was left of my bedroom. I'd painted the walls four years ago when I moved in. Now, everything was stark white, smelling of fresh paint, and ready for sale on the open market. not a stick of furniture was left... my home was now nothing but an empty shell.

The full-length mirror was built into my closet. And now I stood there, not liking what I saw in the reflection.

I didn't like the me I saw. Helen had complimented me on my clothes when I arrived. She had shown impeccable taste for the few days I'd known her, and she was blunt enough to tell me if I'd made a serious fashion error.

Life of a multibillionaire ��
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