Not A Bother

Normally, Chad would have woken up with a frown on his face as rays of sunlight caressed his face but this morning, he was anything but upset. Infact, he was elated and try as hard as he had to deny it, the feeling was proudly sponsored by a certain gallery woman.

Wipe that smug look off your face, Chadwick, he chastened himself as he dragged his body out of his narrow bed. The bedding had started to rip apart and the foam itself felt like rock. It was due for a change but Chad felt he couldn't afford to change it.

It was ironic that the son of a multi billionaire would not be able to get a new bed set but Chad wasn't about to go back to his family or their wealth. Leaving had been the best decision he had ever made and now, almost 10 years later, he still had no regrets.

Pushing thoughts of his rumpled bed space aside, Chad dragged himself into his cubicle sized bathroom and reached for his brush. His eyes met his reflection on the small mirror he had hung above the sink and he almos