Chapter 20: Adam's POV

                                    

                                          
My daily beauty treatment was so calming that I soon fell asleep. Chester tapped my shoulder gently. 
                          
"Sir, we have arrived."
                          
I groaned. My nap was so nice. "Five more hours," I said, pulling my fluffy blanket over myself. 
                          
"But Sir, we are at Disneyland."
                          
I instantly shot up. How could I have forgotten??? Changing into a different designer suit and straightening my silk tie, I prepare myself mentally for that teacup ride. 
                          
Apple squints at me. She is dressed like a total plebeian in a t shirt, shorts, and sneakers. She was dressed simply but looked kinda hot, even hotter than when she wears the spongebob costume if I'm honest.
                          
"Here you go Apple," says Chester as he hands her a suitcase full of my daily necesites, including but not limited to: bottles of fresh spring water from Antarctica (the only kind I drink), a few extra chicken wings for my face, some sunscreen, a change of clothes, some squeaky toys, roughly $10,000 in cash, a framed photo of my hero Rick Astley, a bag of mauve m and ms, and some post it notes from my mother with detailed instructions on how to breathe and walk at the same time because sometimes I forget. 
                          
Her face devoid of all expression, she picks up the suitcase and exits the private jet while Chester carries me down to the waiting car. Time for Disneyland!
                          
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As we entered the theme park, my mood increased dramatically. Smiling in German, I positioned Apple and Chester next to me for a selfie. 
                          
"Glad to see you so happy again Sir!" Said Chester as he prepared to pick me up again. Only peasants walk through Disneyland using their own legs. 
                          
It was true, it had been a long time since I had been this happy. I haven't felt joy since Sofia's betrayal. Oh the betrayal. The hurt. The pain. The agony. I full understand what Julius Cesar felt like. 
                          
Together with Chester and Apple, I went on the teacup ride, and several roller coasters. I paid Apple and Chester extra to brainwash themselves into thinking I didn't scream and clutch onto them in terror, but rather that it was the other way around. We got through the lines pretty fast thanks to my genius math skills. I figured that the wait time would be cut by 3 times since there were three of us waiting in line, because if it was just me by myself it would take forever to get to the front of the line but with 3 people, I got to be ahead of Apple and Chester, therefore saving time. 
                          
As Chester went off to get us some cotton candy, I moved closer to Apple. She was so close that I could smell the lovely shampoo she had on. I would ask her to borrow it, but I don't use peasant shampoo. 
                          
"Sir," said Apple quietly, blushing. "Is there anything you need."
                          
I lean close, breathing heavily, starting intensely at her eyes. "I need....you."
                          
Apple's jaw drops open. Before she had the chance to speak, Chester returned. 
                          
"Is everything ok, sir?" He asks, his eye twitching a little bit. 
                          
"Everything is fine Chester," I say smoothly. Apple is still as red as an apple. I can't help but be attracted to her, despite the fact that she has the personality of a plastic bag. There's just something about her....something that makes her utterly irresistible to a billionaire like me....
                          
I didn't have a lot of time to dwell on my feelings for Apple, because there were still more rides to go on. I had a lot of fun riding them with Apple and Chester, but still, there was one nagging thought in the back of my mind that I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. The thought was invasive, always present in my consciousness.
                          
Did they name the fruit orange after the color orange, or did they name the color orange after the fruit orange?
                          
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