Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
My family is a long line of railroad owners, and the Hughes family is one of the oldest in the country. We made our money at the turn of the century and it’s only been growing since then. My father is the sole heir to the estate and I’m the next in line to inherit. I live off a trust fund that could keep my great-great grandchildren dripping in rubies and there is still more to come later. It’s wealth that’s whispered about and keeps me surrounded in security. I didn’t ask for any of this, but what choice do I have as a Hughes?
People say a lot of things about me and my life. I’ve been called the next John Kennedy Jr. because of my clean-cut look and the way I avoid the press, but I’m no nice guy. People that have actually met me don’t usually ask to do it again. I’ve been called as asshole to my face, which means it must be true. Normally people with my kind of money never hear a negative word about them, but the fact that people don’t whisper it behind my back speaks to my personality.
I spend my days with my security guards, but I wouldn’t call us friends. My house is like a fucking museum with all the expensive shit in it, and it’s too goddamn big for one person. I don’t plan on ever sharing it with anyone, so it’s just all a waste of space.
When I was sixteen, I found my mom in bed with my dad’s best friend Tom and I think it broke any romantic notion that I’d ever find love. I’ve had my share of one-night stands, but after seeing a few of them sell their stories to gossip sites I’ve given up women all together. Maybe the constant look of irritation on my face doesn't help, but I don’t care.
Nothing in my life gives me passion and I’ve accepted that it’s the way things will be. I was born a success, so what else am I supposed to achieve? It takes a boulder rolling over me to spark any sort of emotion and that’s just what that little thief did.
I didn’t realize she stole my wallet right away because I was too busy being distracted by her big doe eyes and the way her body felt against mine. I’ve never seen someone so beautiful and so fucking fast.
“Find her,” I bark to the team of people around me as I get into the waiting car by the curb.
I inwardly curse myself for doing weights instead of cardio as I reach in my pocket and grab my phone. I’m pretty sure I could train for a marathon and still not be able to catch up with her.
A second car always follows us in case of an emergency and right now I’m having one. There’s only about a grand in the wallet, but it’s got my license and credit cards. It’s not like I can’t have them replaced, but it’s the principle of it. She stole it and I want it back.
Her long dark hair spilling out behind her as she leaned back flashes into my mind. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted as I cradled her in my arms. I grip my phone tighter and continue to text the security team a description of what to look for.
At first I thought it was a young boy with the way her hood was over her head. I thought the kid wasn’t watching where they were going and I tried to keep them from falling over when they ran into me. Then I had a look at her and all I could do was pull her closer to me.
“Fuck!” I slam my fist into the side of the car as the other team says they’ve lost her. “Circle the block!” I yell to the front and feel the car take a turn.
Her eyes were dark brown with flecks of gold in them and the thought makes my thighs tight. I bring my fist to my mouth and clench my jaw as I stare out the car window. I’m scanning the crowd, but it’s like she’s gone up in smoke.
My cock swells with the memory of her mouth and what it would feel like to slide inside it. Would she fight me? She was skittish and ran the second she got the chance, but there was fire inside her. She tried to knee me in the balls and I can’t say that I blame her. There wasn’t a single pure thought in my mind as soon as I got a look at her, and if she hadn’t gotten away I would have thrown her in my car and no one would have ever seen her again.