Chapter 4
Connor Hughes
'Excuse me, do I know you?' I scoffed angrily and slumped on the bed as her words echoed in my head once again. Making me look like a fool out there was the height of it all. After she stole from me, she think she could get away with it by just pretending not to know who I am?
"Ugh!" I groaned as I sank my fingers into my hair, trying to cool off, but it only got worse.
The door suddenly burst open, and I sprang up to my feet to see Mom inside.
"What the hell was that, Connor? What has come over you?" She snapped at me angrily as she glared at me, and I huffed unbelievably.
"Mom, what are you saying?" I asked even though I knew what she was on about.
"What am I saying? How could you embarrass my guest like that? The whole family owes that young lady everything for saving my life. I would've been gone by now if not for her..."
"I know that Mom..."
"Then what the hell was that? Accusing her of stealing something from you. Where the hell could you two have met?" She snapped at me once again, and I groaned as I ran my fingers through my hair frustratingly.
"Mom! Do you think I'm lying? That girl... We met at the club about ten days ago, we exchanged numbers, scheduled a day to meet, and she fucking drugged me and made away with my money and jewelries..."
"Just shut it, Connor! What the hell is wrong with you? What if she wasn't the one? She wouldn't have been so confident telling you she didn't know you if she has met you before. Just stop this!" Again, she snapped at me, and I sighed briefly.
"Mom, she was just pretending..." It didn't seem like there was something I could say to convince her, because she seemed to have been brainwashed by that bitch. What the hell was I even expecting from a thief and a prostitute? She would definitely be a pro at lying, so I shouldn't have expected less.
"Show me proof that she did it. Just show me the proof that she did that to you!" She demanded, and I sighed briefly since I didn't have any proof with me. Showing her the phone number was pointless since she has deactivated it. I tried to reach her that day, but her line was said to have not been allocated. The money wasn't much, but showing up here and acting all innocent was already driving me nuts that the thought of it made me want to strangle her.
"Just forget it, Mom," I mumbled as I sat on the bed, and she scoffed.
"I am going to call her, and you are going to apologize to her for being like that, ok?" She said, and I was forced to raise my gaze to look at her.
"Mom, are you kidding me? I should apologize to that girl?" I scoffed because there was no way I was ever going to do that.
"Yes, you need to apologize to her," She repeated as she took her phone and started scrolling through it.
"I won't apologize to her, Mom. Why the fuck should I do that?" I didn't want to raise my voice at her, so I was still calm, but who said my stubborn mom would budge? This is how she has always been. Whenever she was determined to do something, the only person that could always change her mind is Dad, and I guess it should be because of the respect she had for him as her husband.
"Hey, dear... I'm sorry about what happened. My son was just being a jerk. I will give the phone so he can apologize to you now," I watched as she said on the phone before she handed it to me, and I took it from her hesitantly.
"Apologize, now!" She whispered as she held her neck which meant that she was going to strangle me if I didn't do what she wanted me to.
"Hmm... I'm sorry about that," I forced those words out of my mouth, and I heard her scoff.
"You are welcome," I could imagine the look on her face with the reply she gave me, and it only made me boil in rage.
"I will talk to you later, dear," She said on the phone before she ended the call.
"You should be grateful to the person that saved your mom's life. Don't be a jerk," She said to me before she finally left my room, and I released a deep sigh.
My name is Connor Hughes, thirty-five years old first live-in son of the popular multi-billionaire in LA, Mr. Derek Hughes. Being the first son of the family, you can imagine the burden on me, right? I'm a depressed man hiding under the cover of being a billionaire. I am broken inside, and trying to heal from the pain of years ago that has turned me into a bitter man up until now.
Yeah, I own a modeling company that is doing well, and I have billions as net-worth, but then, I wasn't allowed to live alone because my overprotective mom was worried about me getting hurt or doing something crazy to myself after the shit that happened to me years ago.
Aside from my family, nobody else knew that this young man here was always depressed. I didn't want people to feel that I was being pathetic, and the only way I could avoid that was to keep the pain to myself and act like everything was fine.
Pushing all my thoughts away, I stood up from the bed and stormed into the bathroom where I had a short bath, walked back into the room, and got dressed before I left the house, heading to the club since it was Thursday night.
Arriving at the club about thirty minutes later, I headed straight to the VIP club where I always stay whenever I came to the bar, drinking and smoking my life away while trying to clear my head of the mess that happened earlier.
"Hi, handsome. Can I sit with you?" I raised my gaze to find red haired sexy young lady grinning at me from ear to ear.
"Should we get a room instead, huh?" I asked her as I stood up to my feet, and gulped down the content of the cup before I dropped it on the table, turning to face her.
"Wow! I like straightforward men, and of course, we can get a room," She smiled at me seductively, but I wasn't interested in all that now. The only thing I wanted was to lay a bitch here and maybe I would feel better after that, who knows?
Walking into the VIP room that was always reserved for prestigious people like myself, she pushed me lightly and I crashed against the wall, coming at me with full force afterward as she claimed my lips while kissing roughly as if she was going to lose her mind anytime soon. Well, I wasn't expecting less. I mean, any woman would go crazy whenever they see me.
"Sorry, I always like taking charge instead," I smirked at her as I led her to the bed.
"I don't have all the time in the world. Let's get down to business," I muttered as I unbuckled my bet, and she quickly went on her knees. I guess she already knew what to do. Not that I was expecting less, anyway.
Having my d*ck in her warm mouth as she twirled her tongue around my cap was all I need for a brain reset, and everything that was bothering me disappeared immediately. At least for now, I could say.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath and threw my head back as she swallowed me deep into her stomach. I felt my cum building up, and soon, I released it inside her mouth and she swallowed it all to the last drop. She stood up afterward, trying to kiss me.
"Oops! Sorry, but I don't involve in kissing. Now, turn around, bend over the bed, and hold it tightly..." I said to her, and she quickly stripped out of her clothes before she positioned herself, shooting out her ass for me.
"That reminds me... My name is Connor... You might need it later in case you want to moan my name," That's what I always say to the numerous girls I've slept with in the past. I mean, if they were going to have fun, they should at least know my name. I just felt like my name is sexy and moanable. So, saying that was just like my signature.
I wouldn't be so foolish to have unprotected sex with a stranger, so I scoffed.
"Do you have a condom there?" I asked her.
"Yes... It's in my purse," That was all I needed to check her purse where I got the condom and wore it. She was already wet down there, so I thrust into her and started pouncing on her without mercy.
'Excuse me, do I know you?' I thought I was able to get those annoying words off my head, but remembering how she made me look like a fool in the presence of my parents and my siblings, the thought of apologizing to her afterward. Just everything was driving me nuts that I thought I was going to lose my mind. I'm going to make her pay for what she did. She won't go scot-free...
Chapter 5 Janice POV I got dressed for the date I'm having with Carl tonight. After the incident that day, me and Carl have kept in touch, and we've hung out for some time. I was able to take care of Connor, and I know if I continue to deny knowing him, everything will be cool. My phone beeped, and I checked to see that it was a text from Carl. 'I'm waiting for you outside' After reading his message, I checked myself out in the mirror one more time to be sure I was good to go, leaving my apartment afterward. I live in a one-room flat apartment since I lived alone. I soon got outside where I met his car parked at the front of my house, and I got in. "Did I keep you waiting?" I asked him as I fastened my seatbelt, but he shook his head as he smiled at me. "Not really. You look gorgeous," He complimented me, and I smiled at him. "Thank you," I replied to him before the drive started. The drive to the fancy restaurant was peaceful and silent, and we soon arrived. Since the
Chapter 6 Two weeks later Connor Hughes "What do you mean, Mom? How could you even ask me to do that?" I scoffed angrily, and she sighed. "Connor, please you need to do this for my sake. We can't just stand her there and show up for the wedding. It won't make any sense, please," She pleaded with me, trying to sound as convincing as she could, but that was the last thing I would do. How the heck could she ask me to stand in as that bitch's groom because Carl ran away? Well, today was supposed to be Carl and Janice's wedding, but the jerk was nowhere to be found now, and they said that he wrote a letter that he was no longer interested in the wedding. "He shouldn't have started this in the first place if he wasn't interested in marrying her, and besides... I'm not your only son, am I? You can ask Chase to stand in as the groom, mom. I'm not interested in that," I stood my ground as I sat on the bed, but I knew she wouldn't give up no matter how much I tried to make him do it.
Chapter 7 Janice POV My heart pounded hard against my chest as I sat on the edge of the bed while listening to the sound of the running shower. Many thoughts ran through my mind, and I couldn't help but shake nervously. My life took another turn for the worse in a space of seconds. "Ugh! What do I do? I can't stay here. He is going to kill me if I stay here as his wife," I mumbled as I ruffled my hair crazily as I sprang up and paced restlessly in the room, thinking of any possible solution, but I couldn't think straight or come up with anything as my head was blank. I hurried over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from inside and the key was not even inside. "Damnit!" I cursed under my breath as my heart sank into my stomach. The shower finally stopped running, and I didn't need anyone to tell me that he would be out soon, and that only made me more terrified. As expected, the bathroom door finally opened, but I turned my back to him s
Chapter 8 Connor Hughes "You bastard!" Carl snapped angrily as he sent a punch hard to my face as soon as I walked into the living room, and I scoffed unbelievably as I rolled my eyes. "How dare you bastard! How dare you!" Be roared again as he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and punched me hard in the face for the second time, but I only smirked at him. "How does it feel, brother? Did you enjoy it, huh?" I smirked at him after I yanked his hands off my collar, adjusting my clothes. "How dare you!" He snapped again as he grabbed my collar again, but this time, I retaliated and punched him hard in the face, sending him staggering back. "What the hell is happening here?" Mom shrieked as she finally showed up with the kids, since Dad traveled immediately after the wedding yesterday. Mom gasped sharply and stopped on her track when she found Carl standing with me. "Carl! Where the hell were you? How dare you run away from your wedding? You were the one that asked her to
Chapter 9 Janice POV I scoffed for the fifth time as I stood in the garden with my hands on my waist. The view here was supposed to be called beautiful, but I couldn't even think of that because of the shit going on in my head. "Ugh! That guy is a real bastard. So this wasn't because of me, but his brother? How could he get me involved, huh?" I mumbled and scoffed because all this doesn't make any sense to me. The sound of the footsteps behind me pulled my attention, and I turned to find the youngest brother. I mean, Chase. We have only talked a few times since I've been coming here even before I moved in yesterday. "Hi, sister-in-law," He smiled at me. I've noticed how different he was from every other person in the family. Unlike Connor, he smiled a lot, much more than Carl does too. "Oh, good evening," I greeted him as he came to stand beside me, and he nodded his head. An awkward silence assumed the atmosphere as we both stared into space. I was nervous and curious ab
Chapter 10 Janice POV 'Don't think of running away, for I will find you wherever you go' Those words kept driving me nuts that I couldn't even think of running away. Connor looked like he would be someone dangerous, and I didn't want him to do something nasty to me if he found out I ran away and managed to get his hands on me. Sitting on the bed in Connor's room and trying to think of a way out of this mess I was in, the sound of the knock on the door disrupted my thoughts, and I went to get the door, but I froze on the spot when I pulled it open and found Carl standing there. "Ca... Carl?" I called surprisingly, but he held my hand and dragged me out of the room. "Where are you taking me?" I asked as he dragged me down the hallway, but he didn't even bother to answer me until we got to the garden. "Janice..." He paused and caught his breath, running his fingers through his hair. "Why don't you want to choose between us? We were going to get married before he ruined every
Chapter 11 Janice POV "Who told you to go spend the night with my sister?" Connor yelled at me angrily as soon as he dragged me into his room and slammed the door behind us. I was still finding what to say to Claire when he barged in and dragged me out of there. "Do I need anybody's permission to do what I want?" I asked him, and he scoffed. "You really want to die, yeah? This is my damn house, my damn family, and everything here belongs to me. You can't act on your own without my orders. How dare you?" He snapped at me, looking like he was going to pounce on me, but raising his hand on me would definitely be the last thing he would want to do. If he dared to hit me, he will surely see the crazy side of Janice. "If you can't tolerate me, then fucking let me go! You can't keep controlling me simply because it's your house. I want to leave your damn house for you, so fucking let me go!" I was already losing it, so I couldn't hold it in anymore. I thought he was going to yell
Chapter 12 Connor Hughes "What did you say?" I pulled away from her and asked, arching my eyebrows, but she rolled her eyes and pushed me off. "I didn't say anything. I'm going to sleep," She muttered, heading to the bed, and I smirked. I watched as she lay on the bed and pulled the duvet to cover herself, facing the other side of the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared into space. Thinking about Carl made me scoff, the thought of him was driving me nuts that I wanted to strangle him to death instantly. I wanted to make his life miserable like he did mine years ago, I wanted to make him feel the pain I felt. Yes, what I did was extreme, but I would do more if I had to. Pushing all my thoughts away, I lay on the bed and pulled the duvet to cover myself. I had no idea how long I'd been asleep, but the sound of my ringing phone pulled me out of my deep slumber, and I reached out lazily for it, answering the call without bothering to check who the caller was. "Hey,