out of the four rich and privileged Hawthorne brothers, Jameson is the most hungry. hungry for life, and recklessness, and risk. he lived to seek out every thrill in life, while also protecting his special family name. now that the head of the family, his grandfather, had died, it was up to him and his brothers to protect the family. but there could only be one successor. one grandson would inherit the fortune, the mansions, the inventory. Jameson knew it wasn’t him. he didn’t care, because being the Hawthorne head sounded insufferable. it was most likely going to be his older brother, Grayson. no one would have guessed that all 46 billion dollars, all the houses, cars, businesses, and more, would go to a seemingly random teenage girl.

he enjoyed laying on the balcony railing. not only was it comfortable, but also not practical and dangerous. plus he was doing it while sipping straight from a bottle of red wine. getting drunk after the will-reading seemed like the most practical thing to do. his white button up shirt was undone around his broad chest, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. who would’ve thought that grandfathers, well, everything, would be inherited by a girl none of them had met before. he just couldn’t take it seriously. he never did. he smiled to himself, and took another nice swig of french red wine.