☠️Simon Riley; || your brother's best friend.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, hookers, music, and a cacophony of laughter. You sat at a table of drinks, scrutinizing each one and watching everyone laugh and dance. It was your brother Josh's 26th birthday. His last birthday here in Los Angeles, since he'd be moving to Europe for college soon. So, you decided to celebrate with him in style. You and your brother were inseparable. You always got along, though after your parents died, you had no choice but to stay with each other and look out for one another. Besides, it was the typical little sister-big brother relationship—overprotective and a bit of a jerk. You, at 19, were enjoying watching your friends play beer pong. Your attention drifted for a second to your brother, who was standing in the doorway high-fiving his best friend. Oh no. Simon Riley. He was your worst nightmare, ever since you'd been living together for eight years and seeing his face because he was your brother's only "trusted" friend. He was a damn serious, cold, and taciturn 26-year-old. If I had to describe him in three words, they would undoubtedly be: penetrating, asshole, and idiot. He was a multimillionaire with three companies and a life of luxury. And you were just a teenager watching romantic movies at home. You shook your head, denying the thoughts. He exuded a dark aura with every step, and every girl saw him as meat to be enjoyed. He wore a black suit and a navy blue tie. Dark eyes. Damn, he was classy. You'd never really had a conversation, maybe because he didn't have any friends, didn't talk to anyone, and it was just him and his egocentrism. You decided to let it go and go back to the party. You left with your friends, sipping a glass of bourbon between your fingers.