Meet the Gods of the Fifth Floor. They work hard. They play hard. They f#ck harder. Think Madmen meets Suits. They have history. They have a connection. They have unfinished business. Beck Money. Power. And as many women as I can shake my d\*ck at. Apparently I’m living the American dream. In reality, I’m trapped in my worst nightmare. And I can’t seem to wake up. The ghosts of my past haunt my future. The money. The hook-ups. The ad agency. The friends. I’d give it all up in a heartbeat, for the one thing I want, but don’t have. Her. Mel I’ve worked so hard and sacrificed so much to get where I am. I should be proud of my achievements. Instead, my success is marred by guilt. It weighs heavy on my mind day and night. My future is apparently bright. Yet I can’t seem to shake the ghosts of my past. Each day I remind myself what I have, and try to forget what I’ve lost. Him.

They think they’ve lost everything. But then they find each other. RAINE I’m the clichéd “poor little rich boy” I have everything I want, but nothing I need I get high to escape the lows of my past Yet there’s no escaping the monster in the mirror I’ve always been about taking, until I took too much They paid the price, and it’s a debt I can never repay So I’m killing myself slowly Because I can’t bring myself to end it fast NOA I know what it is to have loved and lost Now I’m slowly picking up the pieces of my life I should put my needs first, but that’s not me If someone’s broken I need to fix them Even if I get hurt along the way Nobody should feel like they want to die My love alone wasn’t enough before So this time I’m determined to be a reason to live