Just a lonely middle-aged man

Walking through the city streets was like trying to swim against the current. So many people, pushing and pulling you away from where you're trying to go. My name, is Levi Ackerman, a billionaire who made his money off selling cleaning products. Known to the public as 'Mr. Clean, the cleanest man alive.' Which, don't get me wrong, isn't a half bad reputation.

I hate the city; no, I despise it. But I don't have a choice but to live here, otherwise I'd have to travel for most business meetings which; I don't know about you; but planes disgust me. You're probably thinking something along the lines of, "Well why not just take a private jet?" Well, ignorant fool, I'll tell you.

What would be the point of owning a private jet if I wasn't going to use it for anything but business, I don't like travelling. Too many dirty places, pungent smells, pungent people. I, for one, am not head over heels in love with public transportation either.

On that note you probably have another question, "Then do you just walk from place to place?" and my answer to that is yes, and no. When I'm not walking, I take a limo. I am a billionaire after all, I can afford a measly limo.

I'll answer all your questions later though, I have a story to tell about me, and how I found an ignorant teenager that I somehow managed to fall head over heels for. I probably sound like a creep, but it's not uncommon for old rich men to marry a young beautiful woman. But in my case it's not a woman, it's a man.