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New York was exactly what Alex needed right now. Los Angeles was suffocating him. L.A. meant his father and school and the family business, and he wanted everything but that right now. He wanted to relax and forget everything. He wanted to forget the pressures of having to be the perfect son. The perfect protege. He had a brother. Tyler wanted to learn it. He wanted to be 'The Perfect Son,' but no, it had to be him. He was first born. It was tradition. Fuck tradition. He wanted to spend all day in his Maserati and photograph hot swimsuit models. Was that so much to ask? No, he didn't think so, either. He'd take any photographs, though. He wasn't picky. He just wanted anything but that office job. The view from his office window was the only positive thing, but it wasn't enough.
He strode into a lowkey bar, not planning to stay for long. He just wanted one shot to relax him and he'd find a fancy-schmancy hotel and fall asleep in the bed and figure things out tomorrow.
He strode into a lowkey bar, not planning to stay for long. He just wanted one shot to relax him and he'd find a fancy-schmancy hotel and fall asleep in the bed and figure things out tomorrow.