As I grew older, I gave up trying to connect with them.I disappeared into books, online games, and digital screens.Later, friends and girls, and football.
My first day at Harvard was the best day of my life.I met Colt, Mason, Drew, Jack, and Sebastian.They were the first people I’d ever connected with on a more than superficial level.I don’t know if they truly realize how important they are to me.
Yes, I do.
Because they feel the same way.Each of us has a story; a reason to not trust or want to be hurt.
I guess I am happy they’ve found a way to overcome those obstacles, but that’s not howmystory ends.I’m the guy who’ll show up on birthdays and during the holidays with a drum set for their kids and then sit back with my whisky knowing I’ll sleep well that night.
In my quiet luxury home.
With any number of beautiful women from anywhere in the world.And unlike women, there’s no ticking clock, or being put on the shelf.
Ever.
At seventy, with my bank balance and status, I’ll still attract a tight hot ass and have access to all the drugs my cock might need to perform.I figure there will be major anti-aging available soon.At a price.One I’d be willing to pay.
That’s my life plan.
Oh, and becoming the number one most recognized and successful attorney in the country.
Not just New York.
So, Courtney fucking Blackmore and her plump fuckable lips can stay in her lane.How dare she demand I present my credentials to her like I’m a goddamn performing monkey?
How dare she have hips that my hands want to squeeze as I thrust inside her dripping wet pussy?
Jesus, fuck.
The sooner I get her this divorce and get her out of my life, the better.
CHAPTER SIX
COURTNEY
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