"I promise I will. I promise that every single day until my last on this earth, I will tell you how much I love you."
That's all I need. This man, this life and the future we will build together are more than I ever could have asked for.
CHAPTER ONE
Case
What was I thinking?
My flight landed less than an hour ago, and I’m already itching to get the hell out of here.
Coming back to Manhattan was never part of my plan, even though I still have ties here. The unit I own in this building is one of them.
It’s a two-bedroom apartment on Madison Avenue.
I bought it seven years ago when I was a twenty-two-year-old kid with more money than wisdom. Three months after I moved in, I fucked off to California and never looked back.
“Mr. Abbott, is that you?”
I turn to the left to see one of the doormen headed my way.
Lester. I remember him from back in the day before gray hair was poking out from under the hat on his head.
He introduced me to the best vodka money can buy and expensive cigars.
I gave up both when I moved across the country.
Lester stops just short of me. “Nice suit, sir. Very nice suit.”
I’m learning to appreciate luxury more, including the meticulous care that goes into a custom-tailored suit. I’m the CEO of one of the biggest mobile gaming app companies on the planet, so I need to look the part.
I pull off the disheveled college kid look that other tech giants go for, but I take it up a notch when I know a camera is on me.
I took off from LAX earlier today under the watchful eye of the paparazzi. They weren’t hanging out at departures trying to grab a photo of me, but the ones they did capture will pad their bank accounts for a month or two.
My claim to unwanted fame is that I landed on this year’s list of the nation’s wealthiest thirty under thirty.
Unfortunately, that comes with the bonus of losing the ability to trust anyone I haven’t known since my lean years.
That’s a lesson I’ve learned through trial and error.
“You’re looking good.” I pat Lester on the shoulder. “How’s life been treating you?”
My gaze wanders the lobby. Little has changed since I packed up the bare essentials one Monday morning and left New York City behind.
I thought about selling the apartment back then, but my best friend, Drake Owens, offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse.
He gave up a percentage of his yearly salary as the head of the east coast office of Cabbott Mobile in exchange for living in the apartment for free.
Drake is a good man. He’s always had my back in business and life. It’s my turn to lend him a helping hand.
“I can’t complain.” Lester rubs his glove covered thumb and index finger together. “Retirement is on the horizon, sir. I can almost taste it.”
I have no fucking clue if the hand movement is a signal for me to tip him, but I’ll oblige. He deserves it.
I didn’t realize how much he did for me when I came into a small fortune virtually overnight. Lester watched over me when I needed it the most.
I fish in the inner pocket of my suit jacket for the five one hundred dollar bills that are always there.
