Gather ‘round, love, because I want you. I want what you
have, I want what you don’t have, I want more of what I already have. I
want. But if you so much as ask for something in return, go ahead and walk
away. Know if you want to play in my world, it’s every man for themselves and
the weak become mine. Leeches will be obliterated because I make it my job to
destroy them. I protect what’s mine and I take what’s yours...because that’s
what I do. I want.
My story will not endear me to you and, frankly, I could
care less if it does because I’m in this for the money and nothing else.
There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a corrupt, money hungry, immoral
asshole from Los Angeles. I’m every man’s worst nightmare and every girl’s
fantasy. I’m Spencer Blackwell...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most coveted guy to the guy no one wanted around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Prologue
Greed is a strange, strange sin.
All you want to do is acquire. Acquire money, acquire
material, acquire time, acquire energy, acquire attention. The running mantra
is “I want, I want, I want” but that quickly turns to “I need, I need, I need.”
Suddenly there just isn’t enough time for friends, for family, for
anyone. Your goal is to acquire and to make sure what you acquire stays
acquired. Your life depends on it. You don’t see truth because the truth is
shadowed by enormous homes, incredibly fast cars, in lavish spending. Your life
no longer belongs to you, but you are blind to it all because those around you
are seeking the same.
So you shuffle along at an impossible rate, and you pass the
real world around you.
But what you’ll come to realize, altogether too late, is
that it’s never enough. It’s simply never enough.
Chapter One
“It’s confirmed. Peter Knight of Evergreen won’t approve the
acquisition. You know what to do,” my snake of a father told me, not two steps
into his front door.
“I just got off a seven-hour flight. You can’t let me settle
in? Possibly say hello?”
He stood, watching me, a slight tick in his square jaw. He
tucked his hands into his Italian silk pants. His six-foot frame followed the
steps up to the foyer and stopped a few inches away from my own. We were face
to face. Although I fell an inch shorter, he no longer intimidated me. I knew
if I had to, I could kick his ass.
“Hello, Spencer,” he said, a serpent’s smile spread wide
across his mouth before falling flat. “Get to work. I don’t pay you to sit
around. I don’t care if it is your Christmas break.”
We stayed where we were, each waiting on the other to back
down. The tension was palpable. In the end, his face relaxed and he began to
chuckle, stepping aside and making way for me. I picked up my bags and headed
for my room, giving myself plenty of space to pass him without touching him.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I changed my mind and
threw my bags on the second to last step, intending to pick them up later. I
stretched my muscles, loving the feel of my back popping, and started for the
kitchen.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he asked, still
standing in the foyer, watching my every move.
“If I don’t say hi to Mom and Bridge, they’ll think
something’s up,” I told him and continued on.
Fisher Amelie is the author of The Leaving Series, Callum
& Harper and Thomas & January. She began her writing career as a
copywriter for an internet marketing company wherein one of their client's
said, 'Hey! You're funny. You should write books'. Which in turn she said,
'Hey, get out of here! This is the lady's restroom.' While washing her hands
and the embarrassment from her face, she thought they may have had a valid
point. So, she took the thousands of hours of writing stories growing up,
tucked them into her pocket and began writing and writing and writing.
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