Your name is Drew Ré, and as of today, you are twenty-one years old. You are the middle child of Ludovico Ré, one of the wealthiest men in America a...d this years pick for People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive", amongst other accolades and honors. Sometimes, you find it frightening to live in the shadow of one of the world's most powerful businessmen, but you know that you are also meant for something great.In the window, a reflection of yourself stares back; you are lean, rippled with tight. There are indeed things you simply can’t buy. That’s what Samantha needs to learn. I guess you do as well.”“Who the fuck are you to talk to me this way?”“Nobody special, really. You gave me permission to speak bluntly, so I did. If you’d like for me to leave, I will. And if you want me to go back to using Charles Schwab, I will. Some prices are just too high to pay.”He regarded me for a moment and I just kept quiet. Ultimately, I had nothing to lose, and I wanted to define this relationship on. They played a few games, chatting a little between rounds, and then Kim got excited when a call of B-2 put her in position to win with one of two numbers. Unfortunately, someone else yelled Bingo on the very next number, and she let out a growl of frustration."You were even closer than I was," Chase said as he cleared his cards."Think that may be my signal to give up." Nah. You've got to stick it out. I've come out ahead every year." Okay," she said with playful resignation, pulling out another. .. yes as a matter of fact..." Dread flooded him and he wanted to cry suddenly. It wasn't his fault that the slaver girl had ravaged him, all those years ago. It wasn't like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it; he hadn't even felt the bite at first until she started to suck him dry. He had a choice, drink from her or die. At the time, he was still inside her and pinned under her hips with little strength left. It hadn't really.