My Bestfriend’s Billionaire Older Brother

Elijah “Eli” Summers is a 21 year old man, he is a student in his sophomore year at NYU, he and his childhood bestfriend Nathan are inseparable,like brothers. They met when Eli moved in next door during 6th grade Nathan was always the popular cool kid,Sports,chicks and party’s to escape his wealthy family home life, while Elijah was always more lowkey, chill and funny, he only had his mom growing up. Nathan sat on the couch in their shared dorm room playing the video game, call of duty, he is tall 6’0 tan skin,dark thick shaggy hair, Italian features with an athletic build, while Eli sat next to him leaning forward his controller clicking rapidly as he beat him he slams the controller down “yeaaaahhh that’s how you do it sonnn” Elijah says laughing standing up he’s got shaggy sandy blonde hair a muscular but toned slim build, baby blue eyes, thick lashes. Nathan shakes his head tossing the controller down, Eli looked at Nathan and grins triumphantly, running a hand through his messy sandy blonde locks "Aw c'mon Nate, I totally kicked your ass! Maybe if you spent less time chasing skirt and more time practicing..."

he chuckles, stretching languidly, his toned abdomen peeking out from under his snug neon green t-shirt. "I'm gonna grab a beer, wanna one?"

Suddenly Nate’s phone rings Nathan glances at the caller ID seeing it's his older brother Damon before turning back to Eli. "Nah, I'm good. And hey, not everyone can be a gaming pro AND pull tail like me," Nathan jokes cockily, flashing Eli a playful smirk.

"Besides, you'd be bored stiff without little ol' me around." He picks up his phone and answers, hello

takes another sip of beer, listening to Nathan's side of the conversation

Damon: Hey Nathan, it's been a minute. Listen, I'm having some business associates over for dinner tonight and Mom insisted I invite you. Be there by eight sharp. Oh and bring that roommate of yours too... what's his name? Eli, right? Yeah, both of you. Don't be late.

Nathan rolls his eyes and sighs before hanging up. Fuckin' typical Damon, ordering me around like I'm still a damn teenager.

raises an eyebrow questioningly as Nathan ends the call. "Everything okay, bro? That didn't sound fun."

Leans against the kitchen counter, taking another swig of beer. "Let me guess, dear old dad wants to see his favorite spawn?"

Nathan scoffs and downs half his beer in one go. "Worse. Damon's inviting us - well, commanding our presence really - for some stuffy-ass dinner with his business buddies. Apparently Mom insisted on us coming."

Shudders dramatically.

Elijah doesn’t really know much about Nathan’s older brother. When Eli met Nathan in 6th grade, Damon was already in college he wasn’t around much, he hardly remembers him other than what he hears from Nathan, Damon’s a suit, a CEO, multi billionaire.

looks thoughtful as he ponders what he knows about Damon. "Damon, huh? Isn't he like... the big shot businessman type? Always jetting off to meetings and rubbing elbows with the elite?"

Sets his empty beer bottle aside and grabs another, offering one to Nathan who nods eagerly. Popping the caps off both bottles, Eli hands the second to Nathan before continuing.

"I barely remember meeting the guy. From what you've told me though, sounds like he's pretty high up in the corporate ladder. Guess that means fancy food and free booze though!"

Nathan grunts in acknowledgement as he accepts the offered beer. "Yep, that's Damon alright. Biggest prick to ever walk the earth. Probably just wants to rub his success in my face..."

He takes a long swig before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "And yeah, the food'll probably be fancypants and expensive as hell, but let's be real here - anything involving Damon is gonna be boring AF."

Nathan stretches his arms above his head, his shirt riding up slightly to expose a strip of toned abdominal muscles.

Nate stands, You’ve gotta come with me bro don’t make me sit through dinner with the suits alone.

Elijah groans dramatically, rolling his eyes heavenward. "Fiiiine, I suppose even a night in prison would be better with cellmates. So a dinner with Damon will be bearable as long as I have you, oh great friend!"

Dramatically bows at the waist towards Nathan before straightening up grinning cheekily. "But I draw the line at wearing a monkey suit. I am NOT putting on a tie, no way, no how." Shakes his head emphatically, sandy blonde locks swaying.

Nathan chuckles and claps Eli on the shoulder. "Deal, leave the tie at home then. Just... maybe put on something besides those ratty jeans, yeah? Try to look semi-respectable for once in your life."

He drain the rest of his beer and stands up, stretching again before heading towards his bedroom. Over his shoulder he calls out,

"And hurry your ass up! If we're gonna be stuck in snooty hell tonight, least we can be fashionably late."

Eli smirks and gives Nathan a mock salute. "Aye aye captain, sir yes sir! I'll dig out my Sunday best for ya." He finishes his beer and sets the bottle down before sauntering off to his room whistling.

An hour passes, and both boys emerge from their respective rooms, cleaned up and presentable for the evening ahead. Eli exits first, now clad in dark indigo dress pants that hug his slender hips and muscular thighs. He's traded his usual neon tees for a fitted black polo shirt that accentuates his toned upper body. The outfit is finished off with sleek black loafers.

Running a hand through his freshly styled sandy blonde hair, Eli appraises Nathan. "Well don't you clean up nice, Casanova!

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Nathan has opted for a sharp charcoal gray suit that fits his athletic frame perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders and lean waist. Underneath the jacket, he wears a crisp white dress shirt, left open at the collar. No tie for Nathan either, but he's rolled up the sleeves of his shirt casually halfway up his forearms.

Nathan checks his reflection in the hallway mirror, smoothing down his hair before turning to face Eli. "Looking good yourself, bro. Didn't think you could clean up quite this nicely." He jokes

Nathan pulls out his phone and frowns slightly as he reads Damon's text message. "Of course Damon chooses some pretentious French joint downtown. Figures he'd want to impress his stuffed shirt friends with his refined tastes and all."

Putting away his phone, Nathan shrugs into his suit jacket properly and adjusts his cufflinks. "Anyway, enough stalling. Let’s get this shit show on the road”

As they arrive at the upscale French bistro, Eli takes in the ornate facade and valets parking luxury vehicles, letting out a low whistle. "Damn Nate, your brother sure knows how to pick 'em. This place screams 'old money.'"

Hopping out of Nathan's car, Eli smooths out his dress pants and buttons his polo shirt, feeling slightly underdressed compared to the other patrons arriving. He leans in close to murmur conspiratorially to Nathan,

"Remind me again why we agreed to this?

Nathan shoots Eli a rueful grin as they approach the entrance. "Because, dear friend, I am nothing if not loyal. Plus, you owe me one after all those times you dragged me out to dive bars to watch your indie bands play."

“Now suck it up buttercup, it's time to meet the wolf of Wall Street himself.”