Chapter 1
"Don't you dare come back here, you disgrace of a child!" the voice of his so-called mother pierced through his thoughts. Standing over the little boy is an angry looking woman with auburn coloured hair. "I am s-ss-sorry, please don't let me stand outside in the rain again, mommy," he whispered desperately.
"I am not your mother and never will be! We only took you in for the money!" Poor little Chris sits in the dusty corner, confused and struck deeply by her words. An adorable frown forms on his forehead as he ponders over her stabbing words.
Why does no one love him?
He jerks awake, he dreamt again of his loving family. He dreamt that is 'mother' slapped him. In reality, it was a thunder clap. He sighed, standing up from the hard pavement. He slept on the street again. He is going to get an earful for that again
Yes, he is a 20 year old man, but he still has to live with his foster family.
A hunk, if he may say so himself. Sporting dark brown hair with almost golden hazel eyes, a chiselled jawline, a defined nose, and perfect pink lips that contrast against his tan skin, he is a real looker. A real Adonis is you have to be honest. He doesn't like flaunting his looks, but it is a big help if it involves his hacking and will only do good.
Smiling, he remembers how he bribed the secretary of one of the big companies in Los Angeles with just a wink and a flash of his perfect smile, which reveals a dimple. Damn, those good ole' days just HAS to be missed. He makes real good money too and spends it wisely.
He walks back home, more at ease with himself.
