I met him on Monday and was ready to murder him by Friday. Egotistical. Prideful. Mean. I didn't care that he had a godlike jaw structure or a body that was masculine perfection. I detested men like Jackson Tate and he was about to find out why. Except, the metaphorical ball I was ready to throw landed in his court instead, giving him the upper hand and intel he shouldn't be privy to. Now I was at his mercy and playing by his rules. This is the prologue to the full-length novel 'Fade.'