Discovering Us Spin-Off: Introspection
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K. L. Jenkins
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Prologue
BOOK 4: Introspection
ASHER
Iām not one for formal introductions. I figure most people already know me, either because of my own reputation or because my parents are the townās favorite gossip topic. Theyāre four people in a consensual relationship.
Itāsā¦unconventional, to put it mildly. As the eldest son, the responsibility falls on me to excel academically, learn the ropes of running multiple businesses, and eventually take over the family empire from my three fathers.
This isnāt an unusual expectation, but my age might raise a few eyebrows. Iām a fresh twenty-one-year-old who finished his degree earlier than expected, having skipped a few years.
My academic journey started out pretty standard. From pre-K to kindergarten, all the way through high school, I loved every bit of it.
I was that guy.
You know, the popular one who seemed to have it all. Money, good looks, girls falling at my feet, and a brain that didnāt disappoint, which you might not expect from someone as well-endowed as me.
And yes, you read that right. My cock has never ceased to amaze me. Itās grown into a perfect piece of machinery that never fails to impress.
But letās not get sidetracked. My wealth played a significant role in my accelerated education. Graduating with a business degree at twenty-one is my proudest achievement so far.
But then my twin had to go and outshine me, didnāt he? Not only is he majoring in business management, but heās also studying math and English, and even taking night classes for poetry.
As if thatās necessary for running a business. Atticus isā¦unique. Heās talentedā¦
And most importantly, heās my brother. Despite being twins, we couldnāt be more different.
I think thatās why we get along so well. Two headstrong idiots would be too much, wouldnāt it? Anyway, letās get to the point.
My fathers want me to start taking on responsibilities at their hotels and club. Theyāve been building these empires since they were my age, which feels like a lifetime ago considering theyāre now in their fifties.
They own two sex clubs, two hotels complete with spas and all the usual amenities, and the icing on the cakeāa forty-man security company that keeps growing.
Yet, Callum isnāt ready to hand over the reins. They expect me to seamlessly step into these roles as if itās second nature. But they never asked if thatās what Atticus and I wanted.
Weāre expected to inherit and nurture these businesses, not solely, but enough to ensure theyāre around for our siblings to cash in when needed.
We already get a cut from the profits, which goes into trust funds that, luckily for me, became accessible when I turned twenty-one. Easy money, so to speak.
But despite my parentsā hopes for me to be the responsible guy who can run three businesses straight out of college, Iām struggling to accept the responsibility.
Atticus, on the other hand, has done exactly as asked, shadowing our father, Tyler, and learning the ropes. Heās already surpassed Tyler in his ability to manage the companies.
Honestly, Atticus could run all three businesses and still find time for his hobbies. But then again, he doesnāt have a social life, nor does he want one.
I, on the other hand, enjoy my weekends filled with fun, drugs, alcohol, and a never-ending stream of women. Ah, the womenā¦
Girls with legs that go on forever and hair that flows like a river. Their sassy comebacks that I love to silence, andā¦well, thatās about it.
I donāt let them linger longer than necessary. Itās simpler that wayāletting them go right after the fun is over. No feelings, no complications, and no strings attached.
Thatās exactly how I prefer my life to be. I enjoy having my bed to myself, my apartment to myself. Well, except for the nights when Atty drops by.
I miss him, but heās adamant about not leaving home, about not living with me, his own twin brother. Yeah, that hurt quite a bit, but I suppose I did bolt from home when I was handed an apartment at sixteen.
The apartment here in the hotel is more than spacious enough for both of us, but living without our parents isnāt something he desires, while itās something I yearned for and would never give upānot for any amount of money.
Emancipation. I think itās called. Thatās what I was aiming for back then, but my parents stepped in and handed me the control of my own life, which was exactly what I needed.
Moving here, even at such a tender age, has allowed me to beā¦me. I pour my coffee into my mug and move from the kitchen to the window, gazing down at the streets below.
This could very well be my kingdom if only I could figure out what I truly want. For years, Iāve used school as an excuse to not follow in my fatherās footsteps as he desired.
Zach isāhow should I phrase this? Heās stubborn, opinionated, and a pain in the ass. Those arenāt his only traits, but theyāre the ones that rub me the wrong way.
Instead of requesting, he commands, and I donāt do anything for anyone without a good reasonāhim included. So here I am, on the day of my impending reckoning.
The day he expects an answer about whether Iāll start learning from him. Of course, the answer is no. But I need to figure out how to convey that without jeopardizing the role I might want to assume once Iāve had my fill of the carefree years ahead.
The coffee does nothing to calm my nerves. I knew it wouldnāt. Some liquid courage is whatās needed when facing not one but all three of my fathers, but it wouldnāt be wise to walk into a den of wolves half-drunk.
No, I must stand tall and face my fathers as myself. As their son. As Asher fucking Henderson.
