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That man is Asher’s father.” Chapter 6 HOW FUCKING HARD IS it to keep the story from the news? To keep the facts on the down low? How fucking hard is it for a publicist and her entire team to keep the story of my impending death quiet? It’s bullshit, that’s what it is. “I have a million people harassing me every day, trying to get my money, laying claim to being my long lost cousin or some shit,” I shout, my fist pounding on the desk in front of me.<\/p>\n

“You know how much time I have left, and this,” I say, flinging my arms around the office. “This is not how I wanted to spend it.” My publicist Julie waves her hands frantically as if she keeps moving, the reality of the situation will change. “I know, I’m so sorry Dane. We’re gonna get right on it and try to clean up the story\u2014” “Clean up? Julie, everyone already knows. I’m a fucking hashtag. #adoptmedane. People are doing anything they can to get their hands on my money. It’s disgusting.”<\/p>\n

“I know, I know it’s not ideal\u2014” “Enough,” I tell her, finished. “Get out of my office, Julie. I’m done with this. Don’t come see me again unless you hear that I am at the top of the donor list and there is a kidney that matches mine.” I run my hands through my hair, as she scurries off, wondering why I’m not living out the rest of my days in a tropical paradise instead of in this cement dungeon determined to drag me down.<\/p>\n

The last thing I want to do is deal with gold diggers. And the one person I’m actually interested in hearing from hasn’t come out of the woodwork. I haven’t seen him in a decade, he’s been on the run ever since he tried to get away with murder. Well, he did get away with murder. I know he was the offender in the hit- and-run accident, but he went off the radar, and no one has seen or heard from him since.<\/p>\n

And he is the one person who could save me. He was always like that though, hiding in the dark, not wanting to live in the light. My secretary, Carla, buzzes me on the phone.<\/p>\n

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including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 EPILOGUE Also by Frankie Love About the Author Chapter 1 HERE I AM, on the beach in Miami, soaking up the mother fucking sun. This club overlooking the ocean is banging, waitresses are walking around in string bikinis, their tits in my face and their asses hanging out.<\/p>\n

The only problem is they\u2019re all cookie-cutter women. I want someone different. I\u2019m sick of the same old shit. My friends are here, smoking their cigars, talking about their yachts, and their harem of women they’ve collected over the years. I don’t bother with that shit; I keep a woman for a night, no longer. I’ve got no interest in getting shackled. Why would I?<\/p>\n

I’ve seen what happens when you get attached to people. In this life, there are no fucking guarantees. That’s why I play hard and fuck harder. But damn, either I\u2019m getting old or just becoming straight-up picky. I want something different than what I see. Work is a grind, and being a billionaire CEO of a Fortune 500 company affords me a life of luxury\u2014but what use is it when at the end of the day I\u2019m chasing tail? “Hell, Dane, you need to get yourself a woman.<\/p>\n

You look tense,” my friend Leo says. A waitress brings me a vodka soda and I tuck a hundred- dollar bill in her bikini top. She blows me a kiss as she walks away. “You planning on tapping that?” Leo asks. I shrug, knowing I\u2019m not in the mood for her tonight. I want a woman who is one of a kind. All week, I’ve been around women who are tan, with fake boobs, and nice round asses. It\u2019s no different in Manhattan.<\/p>\n

There, the women wear all- black and permanent scowls. Maybe I\u2019m just nostalgic today\u2014it\u2019s the anniversary of my parents\u2019 death, fifteen years ago. A car accident that changed everything. My brother Thomas went off the deep end after their death. I haven\u2019t seen him in ten years. So, yeah, today I\u2019m feeling lonely\u2014and my mom would hate this bullshit-vibe here. My mom was from a different era entirely.<\/p>\n

I remember the way she wore an apron when she made dinner, her big Jackie O sunglasses on sunny days, her signature red lips. She was a classic. I exhale, the memories getting me all lost in the past. Leo presses me again about my plans for the night. “I want something different tonight, a different kind of woman.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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