The Guy Everybody Wants

Chapter 2

I pulled up to the iron gates and intercom of my parents estate. I rolled down my window and punched in the security code on the small black device.

A couple of seconds later the screen beeped and 'Access Denied' popped up on the screen in glowing red letters. I rang the bell instead.

"Who is it?" A thick Mediterranean accent asked through the intercom. Cal - I would know that accent anywhere. Cal was our butler and an old friend of my Dads.

"Cal, its Colby. The intercom says my access was denied, did my Dad change the code again? I need to get in," I said into the black box.

"Ah, of course Master Evans, right away," I cringed at the title that Dad told the 'servants' to call me. I really hated when my Dad treated the workers at our house like slaves, when they weren't. We paid well and they were free to do as they pleased.

"Ah, here it is. The new code is now 52211419."

"Thanks, Cal. Oh and remember, it's Colby," I said with a smile, even though he probably couldn't see me.

"Yes, Master Colby," Cal answered and the beep from the intercom signalled that he was gone.

I shook my head as I typed in the new code and couldn't help but think about the order of the numbers. In case you haven't noticed, every number represents a letter in our last name. E is the 5th letter, V is the 22nd and so on and so forth. Mom was probably the cause of that.

Suddenly the huge iron gates start to open and I put my BMW into drive and go right in. Next step: Talk to parents. That's just great: note my sarcasm.

I parked one of my many cars in our underground parking lot next to all the others, including a Lamborghini, 2 Porsches, a Charger and my other BMW. All really expensive cars that I got for birthdays and some for finished movies. I didn't really want all this stuff, but I guess they're cool.

I took the elevator to the first floor and searched the kitchen and living room for my parents. I had to break them the news sometime.

"Mom?! Dad?! I'm home!" My voice echoed through the house, but no response came back.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Lisa, another one of our house keepers, appears.

"Your jacket, Master Evans?" She mumbles without looking me in the eye. She was slightly older than me, maybe 27 or 28, but the amount of work she did showed on her face. Her auburn hair hung on her face as she patiently waited for me to hand her my jacket.

I slipped it of and held it out to her. She gripped it, but before I released it, I asked, "Have you seen my parents?"

"They're both in your father's office, Master Evans," she said glancing up, and back down again. I had no idea why a woman older than me felt inferior.

"Call me Colby, Lisa. It's the least you deserve," I smiled at her and she beamed back at me before scurrying off to put my jacket away and continue her work.

I headed towards the grand spiral staircase hearing only the sound of my shoes against the marble floor. I sprinted up the stairs taking them two at a time until I reached the second floor.

"Oh, Colby! How was your date?" Mom stopped me as she left Dad's office. She was looking beautiful. Her natural black hair hung in wavy curls down past her shoulders and her make-up was done lightly so that she still looked natural.

"Over before it even began, Mom," I sighed as I remembered what happened earlier today.

"What? What happened?" She asked, stepping closer to me and wrapping a loving arm around my shoulders.

I hung my head sadly and mumbled, "She dumped me. All she wanted was an audition for Dad's new movie."

"Oh, my poor boy!" Mom hugged me tighter and I breathed in her lovely perfume. I loved my Mom's hugs. "Don't worry about her. She seemed like a bitch from the start."

"You thought she was a bitch and you didn't warn me?" I pulled away from her. Shouldn't she have sensed that something was wrong too? I mean, one: she's female and two: she's my mother. Shouldn't she had told me if she had a feeling that things weren't right?

"You were happy, Colby. I didn't want to rain on your parade with the protective Mom thing," she defended herself. "Next time, when you find someone, I'll tell you that they're just using you. You'll be happy then, won't you?"

Mom turned around and stalked off and guilt flooded through me. "Mom! I didn't mean it!"

She didn't turn back. She just waved a hand at me and yelled, "Whatever."

With a sigh, I turned back to the door of my fathers office, knocked twice, then entered.

"Hey, Dad," I greeted him.

"Hi, son. How was your day?" He said, without looking up from his desk.

"Suckish," I sighed and slumped into the bean bag chair in the corner of the room that was put there specifically for whenever I wanted to hang with my father. That would mostly consist of me sitting there, staring at him reading scripts or making phone calls. It was the only father/son bonding time we got when he or I wasn't away filming, so I took it and didn't complain.

"How so?" He looked up from his desk and quirks an eyebrow in interest.

"Well, you know my girlfriend, Lauren?" Dad nodded, beckoning me to continue.

"She was a fake. She was just using me to get that audition, like always," I mumbled under my breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," he said, giving me a chance to correct what I'd said. I didn't though, instead I ended up repeating what I said.

"That's not true, Colby, and you know it," he said defensively, even though I didn't technically insult him. But I couldn't take it anymore, he needed to know how I really felt.

"Yes, it is true, Dad. You're not there, you don't know how these girls are. They always have an ulterior motive." I raised my voice slightly, trying to make my point but not get my Dad angry. If felt good to say it out loud. Like a weight off my shoulders.

"If they appreciate the opportunities you can offer them, then how is it an ulterior motive? Isn't every relationship about sharing?"

"Not when I'm never on the receiving end!" I said even louder.

"It can't be that bad, Colby. Maybe you're just looking at it the wrong way." Dad matched my tone. If only he knew...

"Trust me, Dad. It IS that bad" I yelled.

"Oh, stop acting like a little child, Colby. You'll get over those girls, and find new ones," he shrugged and looked back to his script.

"If all the girls I date are only using me than how am I supposed to know when I find the right one for me?" My voice became feeble and tired. That's what I was all the time now: tired.

"With everything we've got Colby, you wont need to find the right girl for you. You can have anything you want and all you have to do is ask, son," he smirked at me. I stared in disgust at him. How could he be so selfish? Life wasn't money orientated. Money couldn't but what I wanted. I wanted what my friends had. I wanted a girl that cared for me. For my likes, my dislikes, the way I like my breakfast and my favourite color.

"One day, Dad, we are going to lose all of this money, and you'll want to find what makes you happy, but nothing will." I sneered at him, then turned and stomped out of the room, making sure to slam the door behind me.

I needed some stress relief as soon as possible. I sprinted to the underground garage not even caring to take my jacket. I dug in my pocket and chose with the first key on the chain that my fingers could grab. I jabbed the button and my Silver Porsche flashed. Hopping into the car, I sped out of the garage and down the street.

Caffeine was my stress relief and I knew a certain coffee shop owner that owed me a favour.