The Love That Plays

Chapter 2

*Barrett's pov*
Anxiety. That's what I'm feeling right now as we are trying to get to our SUV, all around there's just screams of fans wanting autographs and paparazzi taking a thousand pictures a second. I feel like I'm about to pass out when Braxton lifts me up in the car and throws my bag in the back. He then slams the car door shut in the pap's faces. "Damn Bear you okay? You look like your about to puke."  Braxton asks me while checks my head for a temperature. "I'm fine, just hate when we're getting circled by vultures." I said in a playful tone, vultures are what we all call the paparazzi since they always seem to circle you like a vulture would a dead animal. "Yea, I feel you I'm just glad to be home."  "I second that! I can't wait to go out and party tonight." Amber chimed in. "Woah, woah, woah who said anything about going out tonight. I was planning on staying in and sleeping this jet lag off."  "Well too bad, all four of us hasn't been out together in a while and we need to let loose and have fun. Hell we all need to get laid!"
I rolled my eyes at all the "Amens!" And "Hell yea's"
Coming from all the guys. "Okay fine we will all go out but Amber your buying first round." Amber smiled like the Cheshire Cat in Alice and Wonderland, and I know when she does that she plans on getting me drunk as possible and I'll probably do something I regret.....Well I'm fucked!

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*Lucca's pov*

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That's what I've been hearing for the past two hours for this fucking photo shoot for my new line of suits by Armani, and let me tell you it's goddamn exhausting. "Enough! I'm done for the day I have work to do and this is pointless." Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked terrified that they may be fired. Oh well, someone can always replace them. And with that I ripped off the stupid tie they made me wear and started telling my assistant to tell my driver I'm ready to go back home. When I reach my car I hop in and tell the driver to stop at Amelio's and grab me some Fettuccine Alfredo before we head home.  When we finally arrived at my 10.5 million dollar mansion on the outskirts of New York. I threw off all of my work cloths and just lounge around in my boxers, since all my workers got off at 6 and it was well past that time. I grabbed my pasta and a glass of wine and headed to my home office to finish some papers about opening a new building in Ohio. 
    I guess I should tell you a little bit more about myself. I am Lucca Angelo King and I'm 24 years of age. I own King Incorporated, and I do some modeling for a few choice brands who I personally love. Many people around the world brand me as this cold, heartless man who thinks only of himself.....And well only the cold and heartless part is true. The only people I care for are my family and my two best friends Carter Nightingale and Antonio King who is also my cousin on my fathers side, and I can barely tolerate them at times. They also work for me and my company both working head in charge in different sections. You could say my life revolves around my work and you would be correct, but I'm alone so I need something to fill my time. And that will not be a woman because....Love is for the weak.