My getaway...

[William Elliot]

Opening the door, William entered his loft, it was magnificent and one of his favorite purchases of all time, 14 million dollars of the best design there was. Hanging his jacket next to the door he walked to the kitchen, the place was somewhat a little large for a bachelor but that never bothered him at all, it was his dream house, he loved it, girls loved it, it was just perfect. Many times parties were held there, the place had 24' ceiling height divided in 3 parts, 4 bedrooms, 4 stone-spa baths, living room, 4 balconies and a landscaped garden terrace , one could easily figure out that it wasn't like that when William moved to that city, but what really catches the eye is the 360 degree views in all 4 directions that gives a great clarity and a warm environment to it.

Taking a bottle of Champagne from his Porsche Design Wine cellar and a crystal glass, he poured the content into it and gave a large sip sighing pleased as the glass left his lips. He walked to his living room, putting the bottle on the grey coffee table that laid in front of two black sofas. Sitting on one of them he leaned back, his glass in his hand and closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the peace and quiet that place gave him. He was so glad he was living by himself, not having to deal with his parents arguing all the time and his brother annoying him every time he had the chance. Not that he didn't like them, but everybody has their limit and for him it was one weekend per month to his parents and the occasional coffee and dinner with his brother. They got along fine the only problem was they were just unable to live together, one liked things one way, the other didn't, the usual stuff.

Finishing his glass of champagne he stood up and placed it next to the bottle on the coffee table. Taking his jacket and starting to undo his shirt buttons, he was leaving several peaces of cloth behind on the floor as he walked towards the bathroom, let's face it, he was still a 22 years old guy If it wasn't for the maid that came 4 times a week that place would be a dump by now.

Only in his boxers he looked to himself in the mirror that occupied almost the entire wall, egocentric, everybody knows that by now, he ran his fingers through his hair and analyzed his skin leaning closer to the mirror, not problems there, far from it, as perfect as always. His phone started to ring but the only thing Will did was to look from the corner of his eyes, If he didn't turned it off a couple of times during the day he would go crazy, people just kept calling and calling, not even thinking for a second that if he didn't pick up at the 10th time, he probably won't pick up at all, most of the times it was girls, but could also be his father employees to ask for some directions on what to do. Although he still didn't work with his father, most of the times it felt like he did, he still had to work, he still had to go to meetings every once in a while, it was impossible to run from that life.

After taking a quick shower and putting a towel around him on his waist he went to his room that was connected to that bathroom, entering his closet he looked around, most things there were suits, Armani, Hugo Boss, D&C, DKNY, and many more, some of them made specifically for him. On a smaller side, casual clothes, tshirts, jeans, sneakers, which this time was what he went for, he didn't expect to leave his house until later after dinner, so for the time being, a pair of jeans and a tshirt would work nicely.

Going back to the living room, he poured some more Champagne inside the glass and drank it all in one sip just to fill it one more time right after. He looked to the side, a large window made it possible to see big part of the city and next to it there were 7 classic guitars, he had his own studio upstairs but those were just the ones he would normally take to school or just to play near the beach. His head turned back to the door as someone knocked twice, It was rare to people come to his home uninvited, not that he minded, it was just strange. "In a second" He stated loud enough for the person on the other side to hear.