You and I

Chapter 2 : Adam

After what could be classified as the worst party I have ever been to, I have to unwind. If that means giving my assistant and load of shit, or having some whore fuck it out of me. I would be fine with both. I don't know what would make me feel better. 

I grab my phone of the kitchen counter, to shuffle through the loads of useless emails I get, usually about me being an ass and that it is "not good for the company" or what ever that means. I hate it when people try to tell me how to run a business. I am the one who started my own company at the ripe age 20 and in the middle of collage, like hell I am going to allow some unintelligent piece of shit tell me what to do. I have lived past those days, I am one of the most powerful people you could ever meet. If you even get lucky to. 

"What is your problem, you ass hat." My brother Jason walks in to my penthouse. Walks is probably not the right word to use, barged is better. I stare at him like he is the the least important thing in my life at this moment. Which is so close to be true at this point if he keeps acting like a bitch all of the time.

"Ass hat?" I say looking down to my phone, trying to take care of more important things. "I don't think that is a word, is it? I could be wrong." 

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you. You really can't let me have anything good in my life. You just have to ruin everything." Jason says making his way toward me. "Why are you like this? Must you take all of my happiness?" 

I don't answer. I don't need to answer. So I continue tending to my important work. "Will you fucking listen to me!!" He says snatching my phone out of my hand finally gaining my attention.

"What do you want." I glare down at him. He is my older brother but ever since I entered high school, I have always looked down on him. "I haven't done anything to you."

"Bullshit. Why do you always find the right time to screw something up for me." It clicks. Is he talking about that innocent girl that was scared at what ever nonsense he was telling her? No. She is just almost out of college. She looks like she hasn't even visited first base. There is no way he was trying to get her. The thought makes me want to vomit. 

"Are you talking about that girl?" I say chuckling. "You can't be serious. She was defiantly no into you. Not in any way, shape, or form. She is too-" She is too beautiful to ever want you, Jason. I stop talking. If I say something more I would get shot. I have called girls hot, sexy, and so on, but I swore I would never think or call a women beautiful. But. There was something about this one. This girl was something else. When I walked over to her I could practically smell her innocents, mixed in with her sweet floral perfume. I could smell it all night while I am fucking her so hard that her eyes rolled in the back of her head. 

The whole drive home all I could think about is what my hands would look like trailing her body. I thought about her lips kissing me everywhere. I thought about what noises I could get out of her with just my lips. The thought of my brother wanting what I want makes my temperature rise and my ears heat up.

"She is what? huh?" Jason says  trying to make himself appear taller. He gets all up in my face. That is one thing I hate. No one gets in my face. I don't know why he thinks he is all tough all of the sudden. It is really pissing me off. 

I take a step back from my brother. I turn around and walk to my bedroom, Jason doesn't dare follow. I get ready for bed, I lay in bed. My bed is big. Too big, I feel alone. Just the way I like it. I look up the the ceiling and I hear my brother leave and I finally relax. Not to much though. The reminder of the fact the Jason could ever like someone like her angers me. I fall asleep with her on my mind.

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I walk into Professor McClain's class in the morning to deliver his student her check. Walking through those doors hit me with the smell of college students that don't know how to shower. I cant stand the smell. I make my way to the front of the class where the professor is sitting reading this mornings newspaper. Gosh who still reads the newspaper? "Good morning Professor McClain. I have the check that I need to give to your student. Her name is Emily I believe."