The Fighting Temptations

Chapter 1: Break it down

Ring Ring Ring

Stupid cell… that was the first thought that came to him; after all it was only 3 a.m. of a Wednesday. People should know by now, that after 8 p.m. he was 'busy'. Prove to that'll be the blonde girl sleeping by his side…or was it the redhead?

Ring Ring

Who the hell would call me at this hour?

Riiiiiiing

Where the fuck is my cell phone?

Ring Ring

"Lucas Scott speaking" answered Lucas with the most professional tone he could muster given the circumstances. I mean, not that hearing the soft snores of a whore wouldn't be pleasing for a potential business partner but…

Lucas Scott. What could anyone say about him?

For starters he was the son of Dan Scott the owner of pretty much all his hometown, from the car dealership to the biggest amusement park in the outskirts of Tree Hill. Since the moment he was born, all the properties were assigned to him; if anything happened to his father he'd be responsible for everything, nice right?

But when he was approximately 19 years old his parents Dan and Karen Scott were killed in a car accident, leaving him and his little brother of 16 years old orphans. When Lucas could take what their parents left for him at his 21 years old, he left his grandparents' house and 'started living'. Or that's how he sees it. But like any other young ambitious boy his fortune was spent in jets, women, jewelry, car, women, restaurants, parties, women, alcohol, women and… I don't know if I'd mention it: women.

Pretty soon, let's say at 27 Lucas Scott was broke, single and alone. To him the most important was the first, how could he live as the god he was? How could he still afford the life he was used to? That's when the answer came, like a shock of energy: grandpa's time. Since then Lucas Scott began working with him, benefiting of course of his money and partying hard. But as Lucas Scott should have known, all things that start fast end up…fast. So when his grandpa decided enough was enough he hired Lucas as one of his employees. He was in charge of looking for talents all over the country and sign them if they were promising. The record label of his grandpa True Vegas was a hit, and Lucas proved he could do something besides spend money like an idiot. However that didn't change the fact that he was and would always be the same Scott.

"Lucas this is Nathan…" great "Royal died yesterday…" Fuck