A Story To Remember

Chapter 1

I was lying in bed, eyes wide open staring out at the big city through the big penthouse window. I've always found myself feeling at ease when I looked out at the city. All the tall buildings with lights shining out of office windows, almost making me pity those pore all night workers who still don't get paid enough. And billboards the size of big foot himself filled with trashy food advertisements, and way over the top unrealistic photo shopped bikini models. It all looked like one big massive children's comic book. Colorful, fun and it never gets old. I took deep breath trying to take the city and all it's glory in. New York baby, you still got it! Till this day I still remember when I was a young and a hungry boy who wanted  nothing more then to prove to all the others that he could make it. And I did. Big surprise! I always new I had it in me. It was nearly a year after I had moved to the big city and  managed published my very first novel at age 21. That same day I remember how proud and over joyed I had been with myself, that I'd probably would have let a bus driver get away with running over me. But now 29 years of age and well aware of the way success  tastes, and I now long for a new taste. But before I can pursue just that I must keep my promise that I had made a while back. I must make it to twenty two published novels before I do anything else. Why I made that promise I never really know. But what I do know is that I am a man of my word and I intend to keep it that way. I rolled over on to my stomach letting my head sink into  my cold soaking wet  pillow that smelled like peppermint hair jell. My hair was still wet from the cold  shower I had takin right after my night jog, and I guess I came back later than usual that night, because when I got back I was so tired I'm surprised I manged to take a shower at all. So I doubt I'd be able to get up to dry my hair properly and change the pillow case. but I will definitely manage to take one last glance at the city before I drift off to sleep.  Oh for fuck sake!!!  My annoying ring tone that I still hadn't had a chance to changed was playing the song 'who run the world'. my  niece talya had screwed with my phone again dammit. I'm always a little sucker when it comes to my little niece and I'd do anything for that  diamond, but this come on. Who knows what else has been screwed with. On that note I forced myself to a sitting position letting my head rest on my king size beds head. I turned my head to face the white clock I had received from my sister Bella, the only person I will ever love and have respect for. Apart from Talya of course. It was three o'clock in the morning. Who in the right mind would ever think to call someone at three o'clock in the fucking morning?
I cleared my throat making sure it will sound as best it could, and picked up my phone to answer the call.
'hello' I said with a voice that would make the other person at the other end understand that this call better be very important or I'm hanging up and suing.
'hi, yes is this Mr Bridge?' a young womans voice answered. 'who wants to know?'
'well me of course'. She said with a giggle.
'miss it is three o'clock in the morning and I would really like to sleep can you speak up.'
'why yes. Yes of course I'm sorry it's just we really needed to get a hold of you, and you're always busy during the day'
'and' I cut here off 'and you figured you should try at three o'clock in the morning?'
'yes!' she answered but then I'm pretty sure she realized how unbelievable she had just sounded, and the line, went quiet for a couple of seconds.
'well would you care to explain who you are' I answered growing more and more impatient.
'oh of course, umm I'm Hanna from Books are US. We are a very well none company who like to through events for authors who have been doing well in the public eye, and your name is pretty high up there. So would you agree to letting our company through you a dinner party? You will get more views, and more publicity, and what we get out of it is the attraction from. your influencers to watch the event..... '
She was just mumbling on and on, and I had already stopped listening to her minutes after she started to introduce herself. At some point in the conversation I just couldn't take it anymore and said.' Hanna correct'
She replied with a cheerful 'yes'
'you said you work for' Books are Us'
Is it? '.' correct again' she replied happily. Which  annoyed me even more.
'well Hanna from Books are Us I'm going to pretend you are not right now completely  jeopardizing your company's name, by calling me at this time. You can try calling me again when the sun is out and people can actually communicate. Do we have a deal?'
'umm ya I think so. Have a good'
I hung up before she could say night. I mean really what the hell.
And more importantly 'Books are US' is a company that throws events to  recently book published only, and I haven't recently publish a new book yet, so this phone call not only made me think  how I'm going to make sure this Hanna girl gets fired from her job, but also made me feel angry for not having any ideas yet for the last book I'm planning to ended all with. So naturally I got out of bed pulled a cigarette out of my night stand lit it up and Leaned  against my glass window trying to relax my thoughts.
How am I gonna find my story this time? I've done many things to try and get ideas for my story's In the past. Now it's just a matter of what will I be doing this time?