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They love their mansions, their Botox wives, but they still think the grass is greener on the other side. That’s because the grass is greener on my side.

Not my fault though.

You can’t have it all. Even I know it, which is why I do have a set of rules. Like:

1. I never do repeats. Ever. I’m fairly proud of that. If you’re a prude, don’t ask me what my sheet number is because it’s only a number. To you, anyway.

2. I don’t hire prostitutes or sex workers or strippers. And I don’t do married women or religious fanatics or virgins—not because they’re not hot, but because I have my own standards. These types of women get too invested in the idea of marrying, and I have no time for healing their broken hearts. I’m not a lifeboat either. I don’t save anyone from their mundane lives.

My point is: don’t ask me for commitment. Don’t tell me you’re married, or want kids. Don’t ask me how many women I fucked before you just like I won’t ask you how many breaths you’ve taken in this little thing called life.

To me, it doesn’t matter.

You may think I’m a manwhore.

I assure you, I’m not.

I just like to give back the enjoyment and learn from experience the same way you would read a book and savor each and every nuance of it, which brings me to point three.

3. I’m a business strategist and marketing expert who always keeps things uncomplicated. Which is one of the reasons why I often take a break from my hectic work life to enjoy all the benefits of being a VIP member at several clubs.

Club 69 is my favorite, more so because, like I said, I’m friends with the owner. Cash gets me and knows the kind of woman I usually go for.

He even came up with some of the rules to make sure my 365-day non-stop sex calendar challenge turns into a success. Sadly, my 365-day non-stop calendar is what got me in trouble with the board in the first place. See, they don’t get it.

Like the guy sitting in front of me, cradling an oversized newspaper in his arms.

“This is a catastrophe for the company,” Ben says. “We’ve already lost two million in revenue.” He slaps the paper for effect, then looks up, his gray blue eyes meeting mine. “This cannot go on, Kaiden.”

I cringe at the last word. Only my friends and family are allowed to call me Kaiden, and they never do so lightly.

“What do you expect me to say?” I shrug. “That I’ll give up my private life to make you happy?”

There is a short silence.

My brother, Chase, leans forward.

Now, let me tell you something about my brother.

He’s a kickass attorney. He’s proven himself on numerous occasions. Whenever either of us needed to get out of a sticky situation, he always knew what to do.

Except, now I’m not so sure.

There’s a frown on his face, and he takes too long to reply. Either he’s preparing for a long speech or worse, he agrees with the board.

For the sake of our friendship, I hope it’s the first option.

“Chase.” My sharp tone conveys a warning I hope he’s clever enough to heed.

He turns to me and exhales a long sigh. “Kade, they’re right.” I stare at him with a mixture of shock and anger. “You’ve painted the company in a bad light.”

“Et tu, Brute?” My mouth tightens in a line.

Again I’m reminded that we thrive on opposites.

I may have been adopted, but growing up in the same household and being closer than real brothers, I would have thought Chase would agree with me for once.

I guess I was wrong.