Edward

My life had shaped itself into a perfect mold for me. I was a CEO at my father's stock bond corporation, and not to mention the fact I was pouring in the cash every 365 days. Edward Masen Sr. had everything planned out for me in the future. He'd made sure that my bank account was taken cared for until I was about 19, then the money stopped. But I took care of that part once I was old enough to start my internship here.

I always thought of myself a clean looking guy. Bronze colored hair that stuck out in every direction, smooth tan skin that I made sure was proper every month, and a muscle tone that every woman I ended up nailing, called me up just to give me props on my abs. I was a glorified sex machine. Hot, rich and charming. You name it.

"Jessica, may I have the files on Mr. Whitmore's bond shares?" Jessica was my clerk assistant for about two years now. She wasn't the most attractive girl, but she had a nice smile.

"Of course, Mr. Masen. There are two folders for each month. Which would you prefer?" Her voice had a high-pitch tone to it, which made my blood quiver every time I heard it.

"Doesn't matter. Both."

"Okay."

I leaned back in leather desk chair, kicking my feet up onto the desk and placed the tip of a pen at the corner of my lips. Today wasn't the easiest day for me. We had over twice the amount of bonds and stock holders pouring in on new sales. It became hectic during the holidays, I assumed for gifts or college funds.

Jessica knocked on the door lightly, letting her in and set down the files in front of me on my desk. She smiled softly at me, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink and I rolled my eyes like the asshole I was. Like I said, she wasn't attractive.

Finally finishing up for the day, I decided to meet my brother for a beer downtown. It has been awhile since I've spent time with my family after moving back up to Seattle. Emmett and his wife Rosalie had married over a year ago and I told them I was on a business trip on the big day. An excuse I knew I should've had a better back up plan for, but life's a bitch.

"Eddie. How's the life up at the stock hold?" Emmett chuckled and gave me a rather strong hug.

"Well, it was quite the bitch today. But, nevertheless I'll be pouring in the big bucks soon." I gave him a crooked smile.

Emmett chuckled, patting me on the back and led me inside the bar. It was quieter than it normally is on a Friday night and I had assumed it was because of the holiday around the corner. I wasn't too keen on holiday events at my family's gatherings or any other place that showed thanksgiving the warmest welcome.

"Two Budweiser's please." Emmett clapped a ten onto the bar counter and took a seat on the stool beside me. "So... how are things lately? Beside's the working environment. Meet anyone interesting?"

He was terrible at small talk.

I chuckled, taking a sip from the beer. "Me? Nah. Just working my balls off and maybe getting laid with a one nighters."

"Well, at least you have a sex life. Rosalie's been cock blocking me for the past two weeks. I don't know what's gotten into her." His eyebrows pushed together.

"Well... maybe it's just hormonal," I suggested. He shrugged it off to take another sip from his beer.

"You coming for Alice's wedding shower next week?" He said while turning his body towards me.

I smiled softly, turning in my stool to face the south wall of the bar. It had a wooden shade, with picture frames lined up in a horizontal pattern against the retrieving wall. Pictures of Muhammad Ali or James Earl Jones. I shook my head, raising the beer to my lips.

"You know how I love Alice's little shin dig's, Em."

He gave a warm chuckle, throwing his head back. "Oh, yeah! She's a real planner for that kind of shit. I'm surprised none of us have gotten any infectious food poisoning yet."

I returned a laugh and finished the rest of my beer and grabbed my jacket. "Well, bud. I gotta get going. Work tomorrow and I know Mom's gonna be barking up my ass for a family dinner."

He smiled, showing his teeth and wrapped his arm around my shoulder to give me a hug. "See ya, bro. And don't forget to visit me more often. You're starting to be a fucking bum."

"Yeah, yeah. See ya around, kid."

We both made our departures and I headed home to the ol' shack. I owned a three-story home with 8 bathrooms and 3 bedrooms. Wouldn't you call that some fancy shit? Throwing my keys down on the table beside the door, I kicked off my shoes and began to untangle my tie. Days like these required a nice long bath and a few good tunes.

Yeah, a guy like me still enjoys watching old Saturday morning cartoons.

I really needed something new in my life.