Or worse.
But then another thought creeps in. A quieter one.
What if it isn’t?
What if this is my way back?
Not necessarily to my family.
God knows I don’t want them. And I’m more than sure that that feeling is more than mutual.
But back to the life I used to have.
The parties. The private jets. The feeling of never having to check a price tag. Expensive champagne. All kinds of drugs the world has to offer.
Maybe this event is full of rich people looking for… something. Investments. Connections. Pretty faces.
Hell, if some old billionaire wants to throw money at me in exchange for company, I’m not exactly in a position to be picky.
The realization should probably make me feel ashamed.
Instead, it just makes me feel practical.
At this point?
I’d take it. Sugar baby. Personal assistant. Personal whore. Doesn’t fucking matter, as long I stop living the way I do now, if you can call it a living.
Whatever.
As long as it gets me out of this cold, empty apartment.
As long as I don’t have to keep living like this.
I grab my phone before I can change my mind.
Open the Uber app.
My thumb hovers over the screen for half a second.
Then I press the button.
Ride confirmed.
Seven minutes away.
I exhale slowly, grabbing my jacket from the chair by the door.
“Well,” I murmured to the empty apartment.
“Guess we’re doing this.”
For better or worse… tonight might actually change everything.
CHAPTER 2
HARLEY
The Uber smells faintly like pine-scented air freshener and old coffee.