AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter 3
Ian
I watch it all go down throughout the day. There’s so much chaos in the house, and I get off on the action.
The party planners pull together everything perfectly. This partybettergo off without a hitch. We’re paying enough for it.
Money is not an object now, not that it ever was. We’ve inherited our father’s fortune. It does nothing to cover the pain of losing him, but money never hurt a thing.
We have an obligation to keep my father’s memory alive, and there’s no better way to do that than to throw the most elegant party that New York society has ever seen. Even on the outskirts of the city, in this beautiful country estate, we’re the talk of the town.
As dusk settles around us, I follow up on the caterers and make sure everything’s arranged. I want drinks flowing and the champagne fountain to be in perfect accord.
Likely, everything will run smoothly, according to plan, just as it always does.
I go to my rich, overstated room and change into my tux, imagining how the night will go. Probably it will be the same old crowd, and I can only hope to meet a nice model or someone to fuck later.
I let the rain shower fall over me. I like it hot, and the water slides down my rippling abs and perfectly sculpted muscles. I work hard on this body, and it shows.
I slap on some aftershave, run a comb through my hair, and put on the outfit the butler has laid out for me.
As I walk through the foyer in my tux, all eyes are on me. The household staff look at me with a certain amount of awe, and it’s the usual.
My blonde hair and rugged, tall stature give me a certain amount of presence. I know how to command a room. I always have.
The party’s in full swing. The band’s in place, and people start filing in.
It’s a beautiful party—glamorous and everything. But it’s also nothing I haven’t seen before. Ever since my mother met George Belcourt, I’ve been going to these parties.
Have I become jaded? Maybe a little.
I’ve been given so much, having gone to Yale and everything. And it’s not that I’m ungrateful—it’s that I haven’t found my passion, or something or someone that will keep me interested for any length of time.
I have my brothers, though. All four of us have remained a united band ever since we met. Thank god for George Belcourt. My father might’ve married four separate women, but that didn’t make us any less of a family.
Though the guys—Evan, Paul, and Matt—are not technically my blood brothers, we’ve been through everything together. And what’s more enduring than that?
I love socializing, though, and so this is more of my scene than anything else. I like to make the incoming socialites feel especially comfortable. A lot of them I know, a lot of them I don’t, but I always enjoy the sight of a beautiful woman.
“Hi, Ava.” I kiss her cheek. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been hiding?”
“Oh, Ian, you know me, I’ve been traveling around the world. Mostly Europe, but we went to Greece also. And let me tell you, those Grecians know how to party. It was the wildest time. You should’ve been there.”
“I’ll have to catch you in the next round,” I say.
This girl, Ava, I’ve known since college. She’s a trust fund baby, and she’s never had to work a day in her life.
Technically, I’m a trust fund kid, too, but the difference between me and her is that I actually go to work. I enjoy the feeling of making my own money.
I’m one of the most successful lawyers in New York City. And having that much power makes every second of law school worth it.
So while she and a lot of my friends are trouncing around the world on their parent’s dimes, I’m usually away at the office, struggling to fight for people’s rights.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m locked up in a hole somewhere. I have a penthouse office that overlooks the entire city. I’m living my dream—and the dream, to me, involves having a strong work ethic and a purpose in life.
It was George Belcourt who taught me this.
Yes, I could’ve lived off my parent’s money. Yes, I now have a huge inheritance. But none of that means anything if you don’t have strength of character.
