Dennis blinked multiple times to get his eyes working again. The bright light of the camera momentarily blinded him, but luckily it didn't hurt or anything. He didn't want to get permanent eye damage after all.
As his eyes readjusted, Dennis could hear Kristen call out to him. "Babe, are you ready yet? The limousine is waiting outside for us. Should I tell the chauffeur that it will take some more time?"
"Wait, what? A limousine?" Dennis asked out loud, confused by what she meant.
The blonde muscle girl walked back inside the room, but this time with clothes on; a sleeveless mini-dress colored a deep black, which had slits that ran down her legs to expose her legs and had a plunging cleavage. Kristen's muscles and curves were enhanced by the visibly expansive dress.
Kristen's well-muscled thighs bulged through the slits, showing off their definition while her black heels made her firm calves bulge. Even her broad shoulders looked amazing in the black dress. Not to mention her muscular arms and her large bust.
"The limousine that's here to bring us to the villa? Don't tell me you've forgotten that I will be moving in with you." She chuckled heartily.
Rather than admit he had no idea what she was talking about, he decided to play along. "Oh, of course! Sorry, I was a bit distracted. Let's go then."
The two of them proceeded to make their way outside the girl's apartment. During their walk, Dennis tried to get adjusted to this new reality. Memories that he had never had before suddenly wormed their way into his head. Apparently, he was one of the richest men on the world after having inherited a vast amount of money from a deceased family member, and having invested said inheritance into stocks at the age of sixteen. Many were surprised by his ability to make a profit, and by the age of twenty he had gathered a massive fortune.
Dennis now owned several estates in various locations, though his main residence was nearby at the beach; a villa larger than an entire school, with a few dozen hectares of land surrounding the building. Of course, that wasn't the only thing he owned. Dennis was the current owner of a news outlet, a research center, a tech company and others. Few people were as rich as he was, and Dennis was extremely, filthy rich.
Dennis was startled by the two bulky females who waited outside for them. One girl was around 5'7 give or take, while the other one was easily six feet tall. The short one had bright red hair styled into a bun and piercing green eyes. Her face was stern, and her posture was nothing short of what one could expect from a soldier; rigid and alert. Striking a similar pose, her companion was of African-American descent; dark hair that was styled into a long ponytail, hazel eyes and features as pretty as the redhead.
However, what stood out to him the most was their almost bodybuilder-like appearance. They had defined, striated muscles reminiscent of an amateur bodybuilder's physique. Each wore tight dark pants, white shirts and black vests. The outfits were tight against their impressive musculature In addition, the belts around their waists had a communicator and pistol strapped to each. Dennis noticed that the boots they wore completed the whole soldier-like look. Combined with their bulging muscles, he felt pretty intimated by the two women.
"The car is ready for you, sir." The tall one -- Zhana -- said politely, bowing slightly as he and Kristen arrived.
The redhead -- Emily -- greeted them as well and opened the door. "After you, master Dennis."
"Thank you." He responded out of politeness, even though he was still startled by this big change.
According to his new memories, the two bodybuilders were his personal guards, who followed him everywhere. Both were incredibly loyal. Dennis had paid for the cancer treatment of Zhana's sister, who was the only family the dark-skinned girl had left. The act of kindness had earned him her complete devotion. Similarly, Emily had gone through a dark period of her life during which she'd been buried in bills that she couldn't pay, to the point the red-haired woman had lost her house. It was because of his interference that she had anything left. The girls were around his age, but very muscular and strong, not to mention trained in multiple combat styles and able to use an assortment of weapons.
Dennis and his entourage climbed aboard, and only a few seconds later they were on the move. He marveled at how luxurious the limousine was. This vehicle alone costed more than he had owned before he'd used the camera.
"I'm so glad we're finally going to live together. Now we'll be able to see each other all the time." Kristen spoke up cutely. The bombshell inched a bit closer to him, until her thick and warm thigh touched his, "And I'll make sure to spend enough time in the gym, so my muscles will grow bigger. Then we'll have lots of fun together!"
"I'm looking forward to that." Dennis smiled honestly.
"Sir, Hollywood called ten minutes ago. They would like to use one of your properties for a movie they're shooting." Emily remarked. "In addition, a charity project has been planned and needs your approval."
"Oh, I'm sure you can deal with that. I don't want to be disturbed today."
The muscular woman nodded her thick neck, "Of course, sir."
Dennis sat back and accepted the drink that Zhana offered him. Part of him wasn't all that surprised that a fancy limousine like this had a small minifridge installed. It tasted amazing, and the newly minted billionaire made idle conversation with the three women.
They talked about many of his personal exploits; none that he had actually done himself, since that was the work of the camera. Still, it helped to have an outside source explain his new past to him. The memories were there, but they felt fake, since he knew he hadn't been super rich earlier that day.
However, he couldn't argue with the result. Dennis wasn't just an incredibly wealthy person, but also someone with real power. He had ties to many politicians, who depended on his favor for their own personal success. This meant he had sway in politics despite not being a politician himself.
Dennis watched in awe as the limousine exited the freeway, and began approaching a large gate that looked incredibly ornate. Similarly, even the fence of the wall was decorated and designed in a way to show off his wealth.
The guard at the front let them in immediately. As the gate swung open and the car moved on, he looked at the large fields that surrounded his new home. To his right there was a large garden, and the to left there was an incredibly large garage.
Dennis blinked as they passed by the garage, noticing extraordinary vehicles. There were sports cars he had only seen on the internet, but there were even antiques and old-timers. His jaw almost dropped on the floor when he saw military jeeps, armored vehicles and even tanks; some of them from the second World War, like a German Tiger!
How the hell had he managed to get those?!
The young billionaire shook his head in amazement as the limousine drove to the entrance of the villa. Honestly, the building was more akin to a castle, judging by the sheer size of it. He wasn't even surprised anymore when he saw the huge fountain in the front.
As the car finally came to a halt, his bodyguards quickly opened the door and allowed him and Kristen to step outside. Dennis saw that there was a reception for them; five young maids and an elderly butler were waiting for them, standing in two perfect rows.
"Welcome back, master Dennis. And it is a pleasure to see you again, lady Kristen." The butler greeted them pleasantly, bowing in tandem with the rest of his personnel.
Kristen giggled as she stood next to him, interlinking a toned arm with his, "Oh, it's good to see you too, Sebas. It's been a while, isn't it?"
"Indeed, my lady. But I'm happy to inform you that your chambers have been prepared, and we are ready to cater to your needs now that you will be moving in." The butler responded.
Dennis listened halfheartedly, and instead touched the camera hidden in his pocket. It was surreal to imagine that all of this wealth had come from such a small device. But what was even more incredible was that he could use it for even more activities.
The freshly-minted billionaire smiled in delight.
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