Madeline Collins, a graduate from Harvard and now one of the best publishers in New York has been given the task to interview and analyse the life of Carson Blake, a a multi-billionaire with a cold-heart, terrified of his past to be able to fall in...
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Friday 2nd May
I'm currently on my way to pick up my mother for a dinner date to catch up with her. Her idea, not mine. To say I'm excited is an understatement. Most of her questions will consist of work and then straight to my relationship status.
After I had dropped off Madeline at her job, my mother had called me straight after 30 seconds of dropping Mads off. The sweet scent of Madeline still lingered in my car. As much as I had to get rid of it, the sweetness stopped me from doing so.
I entered through the big black metal gates after I had put the pin in, letting me through automatically. Yes, my family was rich, but we never showed it off, at least I don't think we have.
Auctions and events we have placed never went towards us, but charity. Mother doesn't like the fact that the ones who are rich don't give the useless money they keep around to charity, which makes mom not have many of her girly friends but spends her time with grandma or my sister.
Scarlett Blake, my sassy, arrogant but clumsy twenty-four year old sister, the youngest of the Blake's. Black flowy hair, green orbs just like mine, the most perfect face you could ever ask for with small freckles sprawled out along the bridge of her nose.
Then there's my brother, the oldest of us three. Thirty year old arrogant dickhead, Ethan Blake. That little fucker is basically my twin, even if we weren't born on the same day, at the same time. Black hair but slicked back into place. A stubble grown on his face is the only thing that's different from my face. Green- brownish eyes and the same shaped nose as mine is plastered on his 'perfect' face.
I step out of my car, twisting the key on my finger as I walk through the doors and into the Blake household.
"Why did you eat my ice-cream you dumbfuck!" I hear Scar call out, here we go again, "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL NOT TO TAKE MY ICE-CREAM WHEN MOTHER NATURE PAYS A VISIT", she shouts as I enter the kitchen where they are standing, Scarlett attempting to push a huge Ethan.
I clear my throat and they both turn to me, snapping their heads to me frantically, "Uh, where's mom?"
"In the living room I think, if not then in her room", Scar replies and I nod, eyeing them one more time before leaving as they carry on bickering. I enter the huge family room where dad is sitting on the couch, watching some football.
"Hey son", he notices me but turns back to the match, "Hey, you know where mom is?"
"Pretty sure up in the room making some "last minute touches" or whatever", he air quotes and I chuckle.
