Life is awesome, I confess. What I do, I do best.

Life is awesome, I confess. What I do, I do best. by nadiaa featuring Aesop beauty products

Character Bio: 

Name: Dominic Reid

Birthday: October 20

Place of birth: Florence, Italy

Place of residence: San Francisco, CA

Schooling: Harvard

Occupation: Owner of the fortune 500 company - Reid Enterprises

Personality: slick, confident, hardworking and manipulative

Bio: On the outside, Dominic looks like he lives a charmed life, but looks can be deceiving… Born to a business magnate and former Italian model he had a good life, until his mother passed away from cancer when he was 5 and after that his life was never the same. His father couldn't live without his mother and drank until he could forget her… and eventually Dominic. Eventually, CPS got involved and took him away and was put into the foster system. The foster system was cruel to him and was moved from home to home, never finding somewhere to actually call home. He grew up determined to make himself worth more and decided to reclaim his father’s business and bring it back to it’s former glory. Although, he’s no successful in business, it doesn’t mean his mental state is any better than when he was a foster child; He has deep dark secrets and problems that he refuses to acknowledge. The only reason he made it through his teen years was because of an older widow that fostered him when he was 17. She was his solace and protector and saw him for what he was really worth. He pretty much owes all of her success to her.

[FLASHBACK]

I threw my bags down and examined the inside of the quaint house. I’d probably be here for a few months before I was shipped off again. There was only a year left of this hell and I could be done with all it to be on my own.

“Pick up your bags.” My new foster ‘mother.’ told me. “Your bedroom is up the stairs and the last room on the left. If you want you can unpack your things and place them in the drawer. I expect you to keep a clean room while you’re here. I’ll make you some dinner and in the mean time you can take a nap if you would like."

“Fine.” I mumbled under my breath as I walked up the stairs and noticed that there wasn’t many photos. It didn’t seem like she had people in her life. The bedroom I was going to occupy was simple, but it had everything I needed. It had much more than the past homes I lived in. I placed my bag down and sat on the bed, running my hands through my hair.

I quickly unpacked all my things, not that I had much: maybe a weeks worth of clothes at most, toiletries, and a picture of my mom and dad before she passed, before my life went to shit. I was too wound up for a nap, so I took a shower instead. It felt nice to get the moving smell off me, it was starting new, leaving that sh.ithole home I lived in last and now moving here.

It wasn’t long before I changed and heard a knock on the door, “Dominic, it’s dinner time. Please come down.”

I sighed, knowing that she was going to want to talk to me about my past and that’s the last thing I wanted to spill to a random stranger whom I wouldn’t be living with for long.

I walked downstairs and there was already a plate for me at the table. It actually smelt nice.

“Your file said that your favorite food is spaghetti carbonara… I’m sure it’s not as good in Italy, but I tried.” She smiled at me.

I took a seat at the table, “Thanks…” I said, eating the pasta slowly, savoring it. It wasn’t bad to be honest. It was much better than what I was fed at my last home.

She sat down across from me, “We need to set some things straight Dominic. I’ve heard of your problems and misbehaving. Now that you’re here, that’s going to change. I might not look like much, but I will stand up to you.” She told me seriously, “I’m not going to take your sh.it, but don’t expect to be able to control me and try to get out of this situation. I fought to take you in because I know you’re much better than you appear to be.”

“Why do you care? I’m done in a year. I don’t need a parent.” I shrugged.

She shook her head, “You’re in dire need of a parental figure Dominic. You might not believe this, but you are incredibly intelligent and I think you’re worth something. You’re going to school and I expect you to apply yourself.”

I scoffed, the food wasn’t worth this sh.it, “You shouldn’t get your hopes up.”

“I’m serious.” She said forcefully, “Things are changing. Do whatever you want, but I’m not giving up on you.”

“Then you’re going to be sorely disappointed.” I glared back at her.

[PRESENT]

Life. Looking back at my life I never thought it would turn out this way… My thoughts flashed back to the moment when I was 8, where the neighbors heard my cries as my father repeatedly hit me, over and over again, until I was bleeding, bruised and mentally broken. I was hungry, starving in fact, not just for food, but for human contact. My father was isolated and a drunk. He never recovered over the death of my mother. It was just another case of resentment of a child - it was nothing atypical. It only took 20 minutes of me screaming, crying and pleading for my father to stop before the police arrived and took over the situation, hauling my father off to jail and I to child protective services. Do I have residual resentment over this? Absolutely, but it doesn’t stop me from living my life. Being relatively successful, and by this I mean insanely wealthy, helps me through the night. That, my affinity for quality liquor and the different beautiful women that occupy my bed every night add to it. I’m only thinking about this because I got a call from my father’s doctor telling me once more that his health is continuing to deteriorate due to liver failure and begged to think about giving him a part of my liver and save his life. ‘Did he deserve to be saved?’ I thought to myself. If my mother was here what would she say? I’d probably not be in this situation if she were still alive. 

I pushed my sunglasses up to sit on my head as I walked into the grand lobby of the retirement home. The receptionist smiled at me, like she always did and stared at me with sparkles in her eyes. I was used to this behavior from women, it happened often.

“She’s in the common area.” She said with a wide smile.

I nodded, “Thank you.”

I spotted my ‘mother’ playing cards, her glasses sitting on the tip of her nose as she stared down, “Full house.” She set her cards down with a laugh as the rest of her friends groaned.

“Are you cleaning everybody out?” I laughed, walking up behind her.

“Dominic!!” She said happily, standing up to hug me tightly, “This is a surprise.”

I smirked, kissing her temple, “I visit you every Sunday.”

“I know.” She smiled, placing her hand on my cheek, “And every time I’m happy.”

I grinned down at the older women who really did end up being my savior. I was a f.ucked up mess when I met her, only a year away from being done with the foster system and she set me straight. She is the reason for my success and possibly the only person I really loved, or at least the closest thing I could feel to love.

“You look tired.” She examined my face, worried about me all the time, “You need to stop working so hard and have a bit of fun.” She reasoned.

I nodded, my mind flashing back to last night and the ‘fun’ I had with the two big breasted women I fuc.ked over and over again, “I do have fun.”

She shook her head, “Work is not fun. What about women? Have you met any nice girls who could possibly bear your children?” She grinned, nudging me. I met tons of women… none that would be her idea of a ’nice girl.'

“None that you would deem fit for me.” I smirked, “You know that I don’t want children.” I told her honestly. This was a conversation we had often. I didn’t want to fu.ck up a generation like I was screwed up over. I didn’t think a kid deserved that.

“It’s a shame to not pass on your handsome genes!.” She reasoned with me.

I smiled, shaking my head, “I’m sure there is many other genes that are capable of continuing the human species.”

“Not as handsome and smart as you. You’ll come around, I know it.” She said, as we walked outside into the courtyard.

“You’re my mother, you have to say that.”

She shook her head, “I would have told you if you were an ugly kid. I didn’t want you to be confident over nothing.”

I laughed, she was always a smart a.ss and the only person in my life who would challenge me. People were scared or intimidated by my success, but I liked it.

“Thank you?” I asked, curiously.

“You’re welcome. You know, I’m going to stop letting you see me until you have a woman in your life.”

I smirked, “Then you might never see me again.” I sighed, “It’s hard to find a nice girl in this world that doesn’t want me for the money.” I told her and yeah, that was partly true, but I also didn’t want to settle down.

“I’m sure there is one woman in this world who will fit your criteria for a girlfriend.” She smiled.

Girlfriend? No, not so much. A woman to f.uck? Yes.

“Maybe.” I said, appeasing her.

She kissed my cheek, “One day, my son. You’ll be as surprised like everyone else when you find yourself the perfect woman."