Nathan’s POVSamuel was the first to arrive. Nathan knew this because he had heard Samuel’s voice downstairs, the moment Samuel entered the home and Scott had welcomed him at the door.He’d made himself unavailable while Scott organized the hangout, setting everything up, and now he didn’t feel the need to go downstairs until everyone arrived.He allowed himself to mindlessly scroll through social media posts on his iPad as he waited for a sign that everyone was around.Myla and Amber came after another 35 minutes, being as loud as any human could be. The minute he heard their voice, Nathan climbed out of bed and hurried downstairs.He could hear their talking as he stepped outside onto the back patio. This was the first time he had stepped out to see what Scott had organized and he was impressed. His brother had gotten a grill from wherever and set up even the table. Amber saw him first and grinned. “Finally, the host decides to show himself,” he joked.Nathan chuckled lightly, punc

Elton Ross’ POVElton Ross wasn’t having a good day, that much was obvious with the number of times he had grumbled in the office since that morning. He had woken up to his wife’s nagging about not being able to purchase a newly produced bag collection. She blamed him for not giving her enough money to order the bag on time. How the fuck was that supposed to be his fault.His wife had more resources than he could count and she could comfortably get something as simple as a designer’s bag, so he didn’t get how the blame was now his to carry.When he arrived at the company, he had asked for an update from his secretary and then found out that Rivers Estates and Hayes Holdings had yet to sign the contract, since they had sent no mail.He slammed his office door shut as he headed over to pour himself a drink. It was too early to start drinking, but at the moment, he needed something to calm in nerves. Ever since Nathaniel Hayes himself had showed up at Ross construction, he had not hear

Scott’s POV Scott pulled up his pants and checked himself in the mirror before jogging out of his room. He was dressed in joggers and a simple tee shirt since it wasn’t workday and he was heading to the gym down town and meeting up with Myla to check out the local small-chain businesses. It was a means for Hayes Holdings to conduct research on the project and prepare for its presentation at the next board meeting, where they would determine whether or not to travel to Asia. He had long wanted to do something unique for the company, and he saw this initiative as an opportunity to do so. He had discussed this with his father when the man was still alive and even though they had not gotten around to beginning something or finalizing any plans, he knew his father would still want him to continue with the project. For dad, he thought. He climbed down the stairs two at a time, and when he reached the bottom, Jane met him there as if she had been waiting for him to come down. “Good mor

Scott’s POV“On average, how many people come in here every day?” He asked the other man, who was undoubtedly in command of the gym..The man offered his hand. “I’m Noah Martinez,” he said, shaking Scott’s hand briefly.“To answer your question, an average of eighty-five people visit our gym every day, and they stay for at least three hours in the gym, which would amount to more than five hundred dollars per individual.” Noah answered.Scott raised an eyebrow at the amount. He had never been a lover of going outside to work out or even working out at all and the only reason they had a gym at home was because Nathan wanted it.Scott was not as obsessed with his body and keeping shape as Nathan was before his accident.But hearing that at least 85 individuals; Male and female included, walked into this downtown gym every day was perplexing. Looking at Noah, he had a feeling that the man was not even exaggerating the figures, because they obviously kept a record.He looked around. “What

Nathan's POVFrying eggs should not be as mentally draining and time-consuming, Nathan thought as he discarded the burnt eggs and emptied the pan into the sink."What the hell is wrong with me?" He murmured with frustration. Since becoming Nathaniel Hayes, he has gradually lost all of his cooking abilities and could not even prepare the most mundane dish.For gods sake, he had been cooking in the Ross family house for years and could easily compete with any upper-class chef, but that was no longer the case.He heard a snicker and turned to see Jane hanging at the door. " I saw the whole house clouded in smoke and decided to come make sure the kitchen was intact" Jane mocked.He rolled his eyes at her. Looking back at the stove. Was the fire too much? He thought. It wasn't, because the gas cooker was the same one that they used at the Ross mansion.He just could help but feel frustrated at his present state. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out another crate if eggs. " I think y