Chapter 4 The hate

CJ

"Whoo!!!!!!"

When I heard my homeboys squeal together, I smiled, and some shouts followed.

Then I heard a splashing sound of water. They seem to have jumped right in.

I'm missing all the pleasure, honestly.

Well, not all the fun, exactly.

I got the workers to create a small tent, and I'm in it now. It is directly by the pool and in our mansion's backyard.

I'm lying on my back on a comfortable bed, wearing only my blue shorts and black shades, while the masseurs I hired work their magic on my body.

There are plenty of soothing items within the tent. My music box is playing gentle music, the air conditioner is running, and there are colored lights.

One of my favorite days of the week is Saturday. I also made it to parties on Saturdays.

For example, we're hosting a pool party right now. All of the Starkville High students are having a great time in my large swimming pool.

I'm eager to go and join them right now.

But this massage is freaking fun. I feel relaxed all around.

I think I have a few more minutes to finish this before I go out and join the others.

I grinned to myself as I enjoyed these stunning masseuses' silky, amazing touch.

Felix, my uncle, knows exactly who to recruit.

He sent me these three stunning damsels in their sultry black uniforms when I called him for a massage. They appear to be much older than I am.

They're unaware of that, though. They must believe that I am in my twenties based on the way they are treating my physique.

Who wouldn't?

I've already given them a hefty payment for this trash, and this is my opulent mansion.

They do what they do incredibly well.

Fuck.

Without a doubt, I'll invite them again. I have never received a better massage than this one.

Oh no.

I recognized Luther's voice. "Yo, CJ," he said. Then he partially opened the tent.

"CJ," he rang once more.

"Yeah?" Without glancing at him, I replied.

He said, "Aren't you done yet?"

I sneered. I questioned, "Do I look like I am done?"

"You are missing all the fun, dude." "Oh," he said.

I let out a sigh of comfort.

"They seem to be good." "Oh," he said.

I gave him a thumbs up.

He laughed.

"Well, man, move quickly. Leila has been trying to locate you.

I sneered. "What the hell does she want?"

"You are aware of her desires. You. "Oh," he said.

I made him laugh by giving him the finger.

"But really, move quickly. I smiled as he said, "It is less fun without you, the life of the party."

"I am sorry, these beautiful ladies have me wrapped up around their fingers," I said, keeping my glasses on and glancing at the three women.

They smiled at me, but their attention was on their spell.

As he zipped the tent back up, Luther laughed.

"God, you all are so good with this shit." I gave a compliment.

"Glad you like it, sir." The person who was massaging my temples while standing by my head stated.

Smiling, I answered, "You bet I do, gorgeous."

She turned red.

I sighed in satisfaction.

This was precisely what I required. An excellent moment to unwind.

It has been a busy week.

I'm really happy that it's Saturday. My grandparents and I stayed at my mother's house all summer. My obstinate grandmother, who enjoys overfeeding me, is to blame for my weight increase, which I discovered when I returned two weeks ago.

One of the things I detest the most is gaining weight. I adore my muscular body and abs. Nothing can cause me to lose it.

Another reason why I worked out at my gym all week was. I even skipped all of the week's classes.

Yes. That's how serious it is.

My body is an absolute gem.

I can't let it go. I want to use it to accomplish certain goals.

First, I led the school's basketball team as captain. To play well and get into the NBA, I must be in good physical shape.

Second, I work at my gym as an instructor. If I lose my body, I won't be setting a good example.

Finally, modeling is something that interests me. One day, I want to be a model. I've contributed a little to Vogue and Chanel magazines, but I still want more.

Thus, these three factors are the primary causes of my inability to afford to lose this great body.

I like the effect my figure has on girls, although for trivial reasons. They lose their balance every time I take off my shirt, but I won't boast.

My fucking girlfriend would be the object of desire for every female in Starville High.

I am the complete package. I am extremely affluent, tall, and fucking beautiful.

At this age, I own a fucking gym. I hold half of Starkville High's shares and will soon be joining the NBA.

My late mother is responsible for that.

Bless her soul.

Mrs. Lucile Magnus was her name. She passed away from fucking cancer when I was twelve.

She was everything to me. I do miss her. She gave me all she owned. She put half of the school's stock in my name. In addition, she owns half of the home where I reside.

One more explanation for my continued residence here.

I don't want to.

But because she owns half of it.

My father, Mr. Cyrus Magnus, is the owner of the other half.

That jerk.

Punk, fuck it.

I detest that man. All he is is a fucking jerk. I hold him accountable for my mother's passing. When she most needed him, he was absent.

My mother was ill. She was unable to talk at all. I wasn't old enough to look after her. Although he was in a position to do so, Dad never did. I wouldn't have any support if it weren't for Isabel, my mother's sister.

Still, my mother passed away.

That dude has no heart at all. He is unbearable to me. That filthy companionship of his is all that matters to him.

Being a son of God is a curse.

Not to mention the fact that he didn't reciprocate my mother's intense love for him. She was never loved by him.

I was informed that their union was organized. It had been planned since they were young. His mother cherished him unconditionally. She put up with all of his missteps and disrespect.

She was never loved by him.

But she still had feelings for him.

He didn't even look at her.

The land he stepped on was revered by her.

I saw how casual and unconcerned he was with her. Even when she was ill.

He fucking showed no concern at all.

I despise him.

She named me after him because she loved him so much. I was given Cyrus Junior by her.

That fucking name is awful.

After she passed away, I changed it to CJ.

You'll be sorry you were born if you call me Cyrus Junior.

I detest the idea that he is my father because of nature.

He is my biological father, but that doesn't mean I have to adore him as such.

I despise him.

I'm not even in need of him.

Since my mother passed away when I was twelve years old, I have been taking care of myself. Hell, I'm among New York's wealthiest teenagers.

Thanks to my mother. She informed me of all she possesses and how it will be transferred to my name. She gave me to her lawyers and bank staff and had me sign numerous agreements.

When I was twelve, I got rich. After I graduate from college, I will assume the role of CEO as I am the only heir to her flower business.

That will require some time. I am a senior at Starkville right now. That will have to wait for me because I haven't begun college yet.

Until I'm ready, Aunt Isabel will serve as the CEO in the interim. However, she has been providing me with information regarding the business. She is eager to give me everything, as she stated.

Yes, exactly. Very amusing.

The business must wait for me. In addition to managing my gym, I continue to study.

When I was fifteen, I began doing it. It is now the largest in the community. I adore every aspect of bodybuilding. I once watched an odd film about men in the gym, and that was the beginning of it all.

I followed up because I was interested.

That's who I am. Whatever comes to mind, I do it.

See how fucking rich I am, then? I am a billionaire who is eighteen years old. My dad is aware that I don't need him.

I don't care about it, so I assume he's searching for a successor to his filthy business.

"We are done, sir." One of the women said.

Finally, I sighed and sat up.

"Ladies, the massage was incredible. Thank you." I remarked, flashing my endearing smile at them.

They turned to go after giving me a small bow.

When I saw their thin, bare legs, I furrowed my brows.

Oh no.

The beauty of these masseuses is astounding.

However, why must they be older?

If all three were my age, I would hit them.

I grinned at the idea.

I fucking agree if you call me a flirt.

I don't think it's illegal to like girls.

Girls truly are a divine gift.

I walked out of the tent after letting out a sigh.

I put my hands on my hips, stood motionless, and gazed at the joyful people at my party as my ears first processed the loud music.

There are lots of people by the pool, including girls in stunning swimsuits and boys in shorts. While some are dancing on the pool's edge, others are in the large ass pool, carrying large balloons and hurling them at themselves.

Liam, one of my pals, is the DJ. He is working his magic and bringing some fierce hip-hop to the celebration.

You call it a fucking Saturday party, then.

"Yo CJ!" Luther's strong voice reached my ears.

As soon as I saw him and my other friend Zach, I grinned. Both of them are dancing with several blond thugs.

"Yo, Luther!" I returned the call.

"Is this an amazing party or what?!" He shouted.

I laughed.

"To, CJ, people!" Lifting his glass of champagne, Luther declared to the crowd.

"To CJ!" Everyone spoke at once.

I gave a small shrug. Someone held my hand as I started to head for the water. I sighed as I glanced down at the person.

Leila was the one.

"CJ, there you are. I searched everywhere for you.

I sneered. "Why?"

"I came to your party."

"So?"

Her eyebrows were raised. I turned my head away.

"What do you mean?" She inquired.

"I didn't invite you, Leila." "I said."

"Well, I helped you to."

I sneered. "So ridiculous." Before she could speak another word, I murmured and dove into the pool.

I submerged myself in the water till I reached the pool's edge. I brushed my cheeks down and shook my head.

Then there was a shot in the air.

BANG!

"The hell?"

The music ceased, the girls shouted, and people started to flee.

When I looked back, I noticed my dad's well-known bodyguards standing with firearms at the other end of the pool.

You must be joking with me.