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Chapter 2

Blake

My head throbs and my tongue is one with the roof of my mouth. My nose is probably still caked in coke, and I groan when I realise there's some chick in my bed.
She's wearing a party hat, her white blonde hair slightly yellow near the roots.

Ugh, fucking hell.

My eyes skim down her body and I remember why I brought her home. She's a dancer, and a flexible one at that.

But now she needs to leave.

"Morning honey." I rub her back lightly, kissing her shoulder.

She stinks of beer and sex.

"I've got to go to work, my driver will take you home."

"Huh?"

Her kohl lined eyes blink at me, and I wink at her before climbing out of bed.

"Last night was fun, but I've got to go to work."
She tugs the sheet to her chest, frowning at me.

Don't be difficult.

"Can I ride with you?"

Like fuck you can.

"No." I force a smile. "My driver is outside waiting."
I grab my phone from the side, punching in a text to Silas, my driver, instructing him to take this girl home.

"Are you just going to send me away like I'm some kind of whore?" The girl snaps, tugging on her cheap dress.

"Sweetheart, don't do this." I sigh, opening my bedroom door. "The world is your oyster. Go explore. We fucked, no biggie. Move on."

"God, you're a jerk!"

I shrug as she storms past me, and I slam the door behind her, cursing myself for fucking another madwoman.

I think they're all crazy.

I shower, allowing the water to soothe me, before dressing in a suit ready for the day ahead.
The day ahead...lunching with potential clients and keeping pops happy.

Easy.

I love my life, but working for your dad had more cons than pros. Especially if your dad is Alec James.
As if on cue, my phone vibrates in my hand, my dad's face alerting me to my tardiness.

"Dad."

"Blake, where are you?"

I nod at my new housekeeper who flushes under my gaze, biting her lip as she returns to dusting a perfectly clean shelf.

Never shit on your own doorstep, Blake. I remind myself, dragging my eyes away from the sexy brunette.

"On my way in." I grin, sliding behind the wheel of my Chevrolet C8.

The call transfers to the Bluetooth speaker, and the engine purrs beneath me.

"You should've been here an hour ago."

Twenty five years old and I'm still getting shit.

"What can I say, the traffic is a killer."

"Blake," Dad says sharply. "Don't fuck with me. We've got a meeting in fifty minutes. You better be there."

In this car, I could be there in thirty.

"Yeah, I'll be there. Calm down, you'll give yourself a hernia."

"You'll give me a hernia."

"See you soon, old man."