BILLIONAIRE IN THE SHADOW

Royce Rolls in the king's quarter

Marcus' throat caught for a splitting second, before he gushed. "Yo, it's a fucking Royce Rolls," He screamed. "Outside our hostel!"

Dylan dropped the pants in his hand, heading for the window with a spiking curiosity.

"You must be kidding, Marc," He was saying as he pressed forward, towards the window.

His jaw dropped in astonishment. "It— it's a Royce...rolls...." His words were incoherent. "...that's money at our door step, but definitely we can't be their host. Some rich rookie on campus, maybe. Or a polished guest or parents who came to see some wards."

Outside was buzzing. Never had a Royce Rolls pull over in the school, even though the school is more of rich kids. But Royce Rolls was beyond their normal lifestyles.

It was spectacular.

Gasps rolled over the air, girls squealing in awe, some posing not too close, almost cautious of getting close to the coal black Royce Rolls that gleamed unnaturally under the light, a few guys from kings hostel whispering words like "money on the move"

Phones hung mid-air streaming the exotic car.

A group of girls— three, whispered among themselves, drooling over the Car.

"This is what I mean when I say Car," One tossed her hair behind as she squealed. "I can't wait to see the owner of the luxury. He's my catch." She adjusted her mini gown.

"Your catch, Huh? He's not going to resist me. I'm going head-first for him." The second girl with fixed lashes and manicured nails said in determination, adjusting her appearance to look more catchy.

The last girl, Rosa, with nose piecing chuckled sharply, mocking the girl's words. Her eyes gleamed with assurance and hope as she gently pulled her dress up a bit higher such that her inner thigh was nearly visible.

She flaunted her beauty, rolling her eyes on the two girls like they had failed in their scheme.

"I'm the most beautiful, sexy,....am hotter than fire," She purred, her voice rolling gently, seductively, as she squirmed practically. "I'll have the heart of the charming prince in the Car burning."

But how would they know.

The guy they've once humiliated, lashed derogatory words at, the boy who was less significant than trash. He was the one— Dominic Reid. He owns the Car.

The Royce Rolls stood there like sleeping beats, polished accents gleaming under the natural light. The plate was gold, private, the kind that only executives mount to important gatherings.

Dominic walked out at that moment, leaving Marcus and Dylan still gaping from the window.

He approached the car, each comment from the clustered students picking in his ear as he walked casually with gentle stride. He smiled very slightly, a knowing smile, wondering about the depth of their obliviousness.

Dominic reached out to the door handle, when a strong hand tugged at his shirt, dragging him with force that made him stumble back, but he caught himself in time before a fall.

Rosa loomed, her eyes simmering with rage, her face twisted ever so derisive that line formed his forehead . She'd always detested Dominic, but seeing him about to touch the car ignited a different fire of disgust in her.

"What the heck do you think you're doing, Dom," She hissed. She tossed her hair back, rolling eyes on him in detest. "You want to touch the car? You think it's the beat up car your papa got at his scrapyard?"

Laughter rang!