<a class="postlink" href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3faJbFBjYLc/SYmQTWe8vkI/AAAAAAAAACo/46EOYhcOP68/s400/soubi.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJc27zbU7YM/TOrMquf2SvI/AAAAAAAAAec/O2_Ohh_s0T8/s1600/image2sa7.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Carlisle McClain sat in his white limo yawning softly, his dim blue eyes watching as people and trees swooshed past beyond them. His hair blew slowly in all directions thanks to the cracked window. His radio playing loudly as he held his glass of wine. He sneared some hearing about the charity event on the radio. â€œI donâ€™t see why my company has to be involved in this shitâ€¦â€ he commented taking a sip. He was 23 and already the CEO of a recording company. He worked with many top singers and had inherited 200mil from his father passing away a year ago, bringing him to close to 300million in the bank, needless to say life was good. However Since his father died Carlisle really didnâ€™t get close to people close to his age, and he spent the majority of his time in his office on the top floor of his companies studio in New York. He attended Boardway productions was best friends with the mayjor and had donated a grant to the local high schools, people idolized him and would jump through hoops on fire if he asked them to. And, he knew it. But lately his secretary has been on his case to get a social life. Not just gop to parties but actually GO to them as a guest not because he has to, to start a family, to live his life as someone his age should. Thatâ€™s when she told him he was going to this charity event. It pissed him off.<br/><br/>â€œMr. McClain we are going to be late sir, I really wish you would have been on time..â€ the intercom came on as the driver tried to get there somewhat on time. Carlisle honestly didnâ€™t care he was going because he was being forced to go, why else? He liked his apartment in the basement of the Building he worked from. It was huge full of 5 rooms and then the master bedroom, a dinning room, a living room, formal dinning room, office, two large bathrooms, and then the master bedroom, it has a gym and pretty much anything else he needed. He wasnâ€™t one to leave unless he was forced to leave the StarStruck Companies main location. â€œMark, I donâ€™t want to hear it. I am only doing this because Molly told the stupid press I was making an appearance and I need to keep up a good reputation.â€ There was a silent pause â€œYes Sir, I am sorry.â€ They stayed silent till the limo stopped and mark came around opening the door.<br/><br/>The cameras flashed and reporters pushed their mikes toward Mr. McClianâ€™s face, it pissed him off more. However he smiled and waved, he laughed signed autographs and answered most questions he was asked. On the inside as the auctioneer called Sold! For the father of twins, the intercom came on informing everyone of Mr. McClainâ€™s arrival. It was that moment that he walked in sighing some and brushed a strand of long blonde hair from his face. His eyes looked as all the people began to stare at him. He himself however say only three things, a man that aroused him, and two children that stole his heart. â€œSold!â€â€¦ it echoed in his head as he watched them walking to the woman. His lips mouthed â€œfusk thatâ€¦â€ he lifted his hand once he had approached the woman. â€œMy Dear, woman. I would be willing to give you double what you paid for these people. â€œ he frowned some when she refused. He simply smirked. â€œThen I will pay for each of them what you paid for all of them. Maâ€™am that is  atotal of 15mil.â€ She thought looking between them and Mr. McClain. Finally she gave in. â€œAlright Carlisle.â€ He smirked. â€œThank you Miss Duffly, it as usual was a pleasure working with you.â€ He waved behind him to Mark to go get all the stuff and settle the paper work. Carlisle himself walked to the man with the boys. â€œSo, your mine now..â€ his hand held the maleâ€™s chin softly. â€œIâ€™m pleased..â€ his eyes were looking to the twins. â€œVery pleasedâ€¦â€ he turned as cameras flashed.<br/><br/>It would be close to an hour befor the managed to get into the limo again. Carlisle sighed and leaned on his knees looking to his new â€˜familyâ€™ members. â€œWhat is your story and the little ones?â€ he thought â€œOh, my name is Carlisle McClain. Call me Carlisleâ€¦ â€œ he reached and rubbed lucaâ€™s head gingerly. His mind already planning on how to use these people to get his money back and how he would turn these homeless no bodies into the family he was axspected to have. They would be the models and spokes people for his company, and he of course the one who saved them. The press would love itâ€¦