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Prologue
Oliver
A year ago, my life was perfect. I was the guy every guy wanted to be, and the man every woman wanted to fuck. I had the face, the body, the position, and the kind of self-assured confidence that came from knowing exactly where I fit in the world.
Let me be clear: I wasn’t an asshole. Right now I probably sound like an asshole, and maybe now I am. But a year ago? I was entitled, that’s all. I didn’t have to think about much. Life was good. It was fucking amazing, actually, and I was just riding the wave.
I’d had every privilege. I grew up with the ideal family, raised by a self-made man and a hardworking woman. I’d gone to a prestigious college, been star of the swim team, and kicked ass in my classes. Believe it or not, I chose to go to school near home. That’s how close I was to the people who raised me. I actually liked them and wanted to see them. Often. I took that for granted. I took a lot of things for granted.
While I was still in high school, I told my genius dad about an idea I had. We found a way to apply technology to sports, to deliver statistics to the people who made bets and built pro teams. We made them rich, basically, and it made us rich. Dad ran the company until I got out of college. Then I was CEO, and Dad chaired the board. Mom tended roses and took the time she’d never had before to enjoy what she’d missed while working and raising me.
I even had the perfect girl. I was on the brink of marrying her.
Everything was fucking perfect.
Until it wasn’t.
It turns out that when you have everything you need in life, it’s still possible to wake up and realize you have no clue what you want.
I left the company, left my girlfriend, left everything behind.
I was surfing in South Africa when Dad’s lawyer called. Everything I’d taken for granted was shattered in a single moment. The news and the paperwork that came with it obliterated all traces of the guy I’d once thought I was, the guy I’d spent years trying to be, and the guy I’d been trying to become.
That phone call was six weeks ago. Before that I might have been confused about who I wanted to be, but I still wasn’t an asshole.
Today? Yeah. Today I probably am an asshole.
