JOHN'S POV
I had absolutely nothing. I couldn't remember the last time I had nothing. I always had money and everything I wanted: every need, every want, and more. From birth, I had the world at my fingertips and now I had the clothes on my back and my damn laptop. I sighed, could be worse, I could be dead.
I laid in the bed of one of the guest bedrooms, looking up at the ceiling with my hands behind my head wondering how I even got there. I had been sitting in my office in New York City when my publicist had walked in. Sheryl had sat down across from me and set my morning coffee down, black and boring like my soul when I was in the office.
'You keep irritating our clients, John.' Sheryl sighed and tossed her leather folder down onto my desk and flipped it open. 'Five companies in the l
