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Chapter 01

Hey, the photo above is Adrian Bradford Hernández.

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Adrian' s POV:

"All right ladies and gentlemen, that's the end of this meeting thank you for your presence and see you at our next meeting." Jacob, my best friend announces to all members and they all respond.

"Ian, you free?"Jacob asks

"Yup, I just need a place to chill Cus I'm fucking exhausted." I groan

"I've got the perfect place we could go to chill!" He says with a smirk plastered on his face.

"I hope you aren't thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking Cus..." I pack my bag when he interrupts me."Just shut up and let's get going. You'll see when we get there."

"Get where?"I groan as he grabs both our bags.

"You'll see. Now get the fuck up!" He slaps the back of my head making me jerk up off my sit. We exit the building and head to my car.

You may be wondering who I am, well the names Adrian Bradford Hernández, I'm a 19 year old Mexican teenager. I come from a Rich and wealthy background where we care more for the poor than for the rich. World renowned business man, Mr Alejandro Hernández also known as Dad owns 4 orphanages, 2 retirement homes, 2 refugee homes and an insurance company. My mum, Alyss Hernández is in charge of 2 of the 4 orphanages while my uncles, Uncle Jack and he's twin, Uncle Joe manage the two retirement homes, individually. My elder brother, Alexander manages one of the orphanages while my elder sister, Alyssa manages one of the refugee homes. Well the rest are managed by him and his most trusted assistants.

So yh technically, I'm FUCKING rich.

You may deffinately think I should also have a part to play in the family business. Well, yh I do but not yet though. My dad feels I'm not ready. Well he did treat Xander and Aly the same way. He didn't let them obtain anything from the family business until after they turned 21. You may think I leave at home with my parents, well you guessed wrong. I moved out of the family mansion in Nuevo León last year and moved to Atlanta. I got a house not too far from college grounds, a month after my childhood best friend (Jacoba Estaban) moved in with me. We do pretty much everything together. We established this club for dancers and we tend to be the fortunate heads. By that, I mean I'm the head and he's my assistant.

"You know you've gotta get a girlfriend?"

Not this again! This is the THIRD FUCKING time this week he's brought up this topic.

"I told you not to bring up this topic again!" I reluctantly reply.

"You can't tell me not to care for you. You've not had feelings for any girl on this planet other than Adora González from 6th grade and unfortunately,  she let you down real bad. So..." He says nudging me in the shoulder. "...How about we go to a club or a strip club or..."

"Fucking Hell Jacob!" I turn to yell at him as I park the car in the driveway. "No!..."

"Then I'm done trying to make you move on, amigo." He says as he slams the car door shut and storms into the house.

Gracious Christ!

"Argh!" I groan as I throw a punch at the steering wheel.

Why does he have to behave like my mum.

I sit in car for a few more minutes scrolling through my contact list before it lands on my cousin's number and dial the number. It rings for a few seconds before I place it up to ear.