chapter 59

Tyler sat down and watched his friends dance at the club with some stripers. He didn't feel like drinking alcohol, smoking or dancing with sluts.
He was buried in his own thoughts and have not been able to even drink a mug of coffee. It is the first time a girl is flatly rejecting him. Molly need not say the words, I can't be by your side because you are a Playboy, before he understands.
What is he doing in a club if that is not true? The truth is, he hasn't said as little as 'hi' to any girl before, they have always willingly thrown themselves at his feet.
He has good looks, he has great height and as an India blood flows through his vein as a grand child of an Indian woman. There is money, massive wealth and fame.
Everybody thinks he is a happy boy, living a good life and everything is to his beck and call, but what about his life behind closed doors of the Meyer empire.
Some people are jealous of him while he thinks they are foolish. He has to always go out whether he likes it or not to forget his worries, to ignore them and keep living.
Now, when he thinks about it, he found out he didn't actually like Sophia back then, he was only envious of her and wishes to be her, so he was only trying to get closer to her for his own selfish interest.
She was a free born. Yes, her parents had the money and spent it on her and let her make her own decisions and her happiness was their top priority, that was exactly what he wanted that he had to make it look like he liked her.
And his parents and grandparents will love her and would have been proud of him if he had been able to get the girl back then. They will like a popular girl from a very wealthy family that will fetch them more money.
But he knows better now, all that glitters is not gold. What would they have said now that all these bad luck has befallen the girl? Would he even be able to proudly stand by her? Bull shit!
Wether the girl and her late parents did what they are accused of, he doesn't know and would not engage in criticizing them, he only knows now that his eyes has opened and he should care more about his own happiness.
Here he is at a club where everyone and everything seemed indistinguished to him. If it was before, he would smoke, drink, dance and rock a striper till late in the night and go home drunk.
In the morning, he would be sober and the troubles will still be there. He has to work hard to get Molly. She must be his and he doesn't care about what his parents or anyone else will think.
He shook his head and was forcing his buttocks off the soft sofa when a striper with mask came to sit on his lap. The aim is to entertain him, but he is not in the mood for fun.
He pushed her aside and tried to stand again, but she stood up and held him down in the sofa.
"Get the hell off of me, b?tch!" He yelled at the lady and that drew so much attention. He angrily threw the glass of whiskey he has been holding, kicked the table and everything on it went flying, then stumbled out of the clubhouse.
He almost successfully got into his car when his friends came and stopped him.
"What now?!" He shouted as they dragged him to a chair outside the building.
"Dude, what was that in there? Such a lousy performance, did you take a lot of alcohol or you are just acting up?" Franko scoffed.
"No! I have noticed that he has been so withdrawn this few days. I don't know what to call it because I don't know what is wrong with him and he has refused to share his problems with us. Tyler, we are friends, come on?" Greg coaxed.
"I don't owe anybody any explanation. I'm sorry for what happened in there, I just want to go home, I have had enough drink for a day and I am not in the mood for fun," he said, but they didn't give him a chance to go away.
"Spilling out or zipping up? This is unlike you, Tyler. And the other day when we talked to Molly and her friends, you were so distracted and you just walked away like you are giving up on life," Greg pushed further.
"You want to hear the truth, right? Then what? All of you will smirk, and tease me about it for the rest of my life for stooping so low as to fall in love with a girl whose father is a taxi driver and has only a pulling van to boast of?" He questioned furiously.
"Fall in love? Taxi driver and pulling van? Wait, let it not be what I am thinking?" Franko's eyes widened.
"Franko, it is better to ask�� let it not be who I am thinking! Jeeez! Molly of all people? You want to take the crown off your head as the CEO of General Tech? You are a big disappointment is the congratulations they will send you, I see your grandparents asking you kindly go to hell" Greg threw at him.
"You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away.
He didn't mind his friends who are still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed.
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