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1 -CONNOR
HERE WE FUCKING GOagain.
Another gala event. Another speech. Another night spent with strangers who schmooze me for my money and power.
It’s all part of the charade I’m playing, I remind myself, tugging on the sleeve of my Armani jacket and adjusting my cufflinks before leaning back into the soft leather seats of my limousine. Nothing to prepare. My finance manager arranged the transfer of funds this afternoon, and my scriptwriter emailed me the same cut-and-paste version of the speech I’ve already given at least five times this year.
Only the name changes, with a modified reason why the cause is so important to Barrett Enterprises.
Except this oneisimportant to me...personally.
The We Are Family Foundation is committed to the care of orphans in the U.S. and around the world—a cause I deem important. No one should be alone because they don’t have parents or a family.
There are eight fucking billion people on the planet. Few of them with the sort of money I have to contribute, to make a difference. Still, I’d rather have sent a check and sat at home, sipping on my Macallan Gold, watching porn, and jacking off.
Or rather, ordering in.
I don’t mean Chinese food.
Truth is, I don’t watch porn. I have no need for it. If I want a woman spread before me, I can have one at any time.
I’m Connor Barrett, one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in New York City.
Yet, I’m not who I say I am.
I’m both a ghost and, ironically, one of the most visible men in America. Why hide in the shadows when you can hide out in the open? The opposite of what they trained me to do in the marines.
Even more ironic—I have skilled security protecting me, which even they know is unnecessary. I’m six foot four, broad and muscular. And I’ve been trained to kill.
Ihavekilled.
Still, I can’t look over my shoulder while running a billion-dollar empire, doing deals with politicians and untrustworthy businessmen who would love nothing more than to see me fail.
That happens when people owe you favors. They know I’ll come knocking, and when I do, they won’t say no.
No onesays no.
I’m the founder and CEO of Barrett Enterprises. Entrepreneur, philanthropist, investor, and prolific businessman.
Men want to destroy me.
Women want to fuck me.
I reach for the crystal cut glass filled with whisky in the console beside me and bring it to my lips, remembering the last woman who slid down my black silk sheets and wrapped her red-stained mouth around my cock.
God, I could do with round two.
It’s been weeks since I’ve had a good release without using my fist. I should’ve booked someone for this evening, but I didn’t think ahead.