Show & Sell

Before I get back into position, I throw a short left jab and right hook into thin air. My trainings are a combo of strength sessions, some cardio, and shadow boxing, which is my favorite.

“Let’s go!” Luke claps his hands, and I drop down to give him a hundred.

Right arm and left leg on the ground, left arm and right leg off the ground. One, two, three...

“One hundred,” Luke yells just before I think I’m going to fall to the floor in exhaustion.

“Fuck, Luke,” I complain and rotate my shoulders.

My trainer comes over with ice, and I’m grateful.

“Those things work my muscles like nothing else,” I say.

“That’s the idea.”

I glance at my watch. “I’ve got to go.”

“Hot date?”

“I wish.”

I punch the air left, right, and left again.

It’s hard to contain all this testosterone, and I’d be lost without these daily sessions where Luke kicks my ass. He’s the best trainer in NYC. I should know because he charges me a fortune.

“Family meeting,” I tell him.

“Is it that time of year already?” Luke knows all about my family. “Same time tomorrow?” he calls after me as I head for the bathroom.

I need to rinse off all that sweat.

“You bet.”

Luke finds his own way out, and I strip down as I walk to the master bath. It’s got all the amenities, and I take a nice long steam before showering off.

I’m dreading today. I’m dreading seeing my brothers and having to deal with their competitive bullshit.

My skin prickles from the assault of cold water. I like to finish every shower, no matter how cold it is outside, with sixty seconds of ice-cold water. Not only is it a personal challenge, but also it’s refreshing.

When I emerge out of the shower, I feel invigorated.

I wear my usual ripped blue jeans, white shirt, and black leather jacket...no need to wear a suit. I’m only meeting my brothers. It’s hardly an occasion worthy of getting dressed up for.

If I could avoid this day, I would.

Besides, women fall at my feet no matter what I wear. I run my fingers through my black hair, grab the keys to the bike, and leave.

I almost forget my protein shake. It’s full of fucking goodness, including those little chia seed things, which, according to Luke, are a powerhouse of essential things. Whatever he says, I do.

I don’t argue with the man because he’s sure to keep my body in fighting and fucking form.

When I’ve gulped the shake down, I head to the elevator and press the button down to get to the VIP garage where my brand new bike is waiting.

It’s custom. It’s fast. And it’s all I need.

It pays to have money...lots of it.

And trust me, I do.

I had money before my dad died, but now we’ve inherited billions more. Unfortunately, I have to share it with my two brothers. But besides having to deal with them, my life is perfect.

I fuck when I want. I do what I want. And I have all the power and prestige I could ever ask for.

My dad was a major player in this town, and I intend to do good by his name.

I walk into the garage just as a couple of women from the building come toward me. They gawk openly at my awesome physique.

“Hey, baby, you’re Jasper Grayson, aren’t you?” one of them teases.

“Maybe.”

“We’re sorry to hear about your dad. Read it in the papers.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I say, feeling annoyed now at their attention.

“Wanna get together sometime?” one of them says. “I live in 16C.”

I look her up and down. She’s pretty. Big, nice tits and a toned body.

“We’ll see,” I lie.

I don’t have time for random girls. I have time for only the best.

I swing my leg over my real baby—my bike—and say hello to freedom. The only way to really fly across the streets of New York is on one of these.

It takes me no time at all to weave in and out of traffic. I beat cars left and right and enjoy the race. Before too long and all too soon, I pull up in front of Grayson Enterprises.

It’s a commanding building downtown. My father had always built things to be bigger and better. He liked to intimidate people, and I have that trait, too.

I feel sad for a second, thinking of him. But I wipe all that from my expression so as not to show my brothers any sign of weakness. I drive right up to the sidewalk, not intending to stay long, and leave my bike just outside the revolving doors.

Helmet in hand, I stride right in. Several people stop talking as I walk past.

Women and men turn to stare.

What can I say? I defy gender norms and attract people of both sexes.

I really am that hot.

The receptionist forgets to close her mouth as I walk past. A couple of girls nearly run into the wall as they cast their eyes my way.