Page 41 of Man Seeking Woman

I had a four bedroom, five bathroom, penthouse in the middle of downtown. Walls made of windows, beautiful solid oak hardwood floors, and black absolute granite counter tops. Every inch of the place was crisp, bright, and sadly, in all its beauty—lonely.

This place was too big for one person, but I was used to it. I found the quiet peaceful, it was my escape from the chaos of the brewery. It wasn't much different than growing up.

I had no siblings, no other family that I was close with. The few people I considered friends were merely there because of status.

Which was why it was important for me to find a woman who didn't come from the same circle. I wanted my child to have a mother that was down to earth, smart, and not afraid to step foot in a Wal-mart.

Life wasn't meant to be about money, and yet, here I was being forced to bring a child into the world to claim what was rightfully mine. If that wasn't a double edged sword, I didn't know what was.

My whole life, I had worked for everything, thinking I was following in my father's footsteps, and all of it wouldn't mean shit if I didn't have a child.

How the hell is that fair?

Flipping the switch off by my bed, I laid in the darkness, watching the reflections of lights from below as they flashed across my walls.

Tomorrow was the start of something big, the start of something that was far more important than anything I had ever done before in my life.

And no one was going to take it from me.

Money and power mean nothing, if I can't have her.

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