Author's note

Ok, so this is just a random idea I got last night so see how it goes…

Same as ever, I don't own friends.

Chapter 1

Chandler Bing had everything. And I mean literally everything: A mansion in Long Island which was a good distance from the city, several cars including a Porsche and a Morgan Aeromax, holiday homes in the Almalfi coast in Italy and Southern France,thousands of books as well as the usual: good phone, massive TV, the latest computer, well, you get the picture. He was loaded. Chandler put it down to hard work but really he knew there was more to it than that.

He had started as an apprentice for a small company straight out of school then gradually worked his way up to the top, and beyond. He had managed to start his own company which was now bringing in millions each month. In fact, he was a billionaire and could probably retire any time and live happily off his money for the rest of his life. He wasn't going to do that because the truth was, Chandler Bing was unhappy. He had been unhappy pretty much since his business had took off. He had been so wrapped up in starting a successful business and the money he simply didn't have time to look for love. Sure, he saw women all the time, even had some working for him but he'd always believed in keeping work relationships professional, as for the women he saw on the street, he didn't have the nerve to go and say "hi".

If only you could buy confidence.

In the past when he was lonely, he had the numbers of several girls who could come over and perform their 'special services' but that was only a temporary fix and he had found there was something unfulfilling about having sex with countless women.

On several occasions he had woken up and looked at the myriad girls that surrounded him and thought 'something has to change.' But it never did. Maybe because he had no idea what to do or maybe because he was just too damn lazy. Maybe.

He'd always heard stories when he was younger about business tycoons who worked their butts off and had everything.

Everything but love.

Chandler had decided at a young age he wanted to be a billionaire but no, he was not going to be unhappy.

But he was.

He had tried most things, reading (that only worked for a bit), travelling (although that didn't seem as fun when you were rich) and working but that just got him even more money which added to his misery; it was a vicious cycle and one he was determined to break.

One day, he was sitting in his library when he saw the book 'cat on a hot tin roof'.
'You wouldn't have any problem spending my money would you?' He said to the woman on the front cover.
Then he smiled. God, he needed to get out, I mean, he was talking to his books!
Then it hit him just what he had to do- find a woman.
'Yeah' he thought, 'like I'm gonna do that!' but soon he realised it was probably his best option and the only option that could prevent a lifetime of loneliness.

Suddenly elated, he hurried to his bedroom and changed into what he deemed appropriate clothing for chatting up women and then headed out. He could have easily driven or had a chauffeur drive him but he knew New York was quite busy, even at this time and parking would be a nightmare so he took a cab. It didn't take long; his mansion was quite close to Manhattan. The cab driver dropped him at the end of Bedford Street and said "This is where most of the clubs and bars are. Good luck mate"
Chandler thanked and paid him then set off.

Look out ladies, Chandler's coming…

Footnote

Ok, so this chapter may be a bit boring but the next chapter should be better :) Thanks for reading x