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)
“This could get you out of here,” he tells me as he leans forward and taps a folder on his desk.
“And you?” I ask, wondering why he still does this.
“I’ll never be out of here. Unlike you it’s in my blood. Besides, I’d go stir crazy sitting at home and this keeps me busy.” He shrugs.
“There are other things you could do,” I offer.
“Maybe,” he says, but we both know he isn't going anywhere.
He opens the folder and I lean into his desk as he turns it towards me. I can feel the blood drain from my face as I look down at a picture of the same man I haven't been able to get out of my mind. The one I tried to knee in the balls and then stole his wallet. Those blue eyes are as blue as I remember and it sends a warm shiver down my body.
“Bennett Hughes,” Bradford says, but I’m more than aware of who he is. “He has something I want and you’re going to get it for me.”
Chapter 4
Bennett
I take a drink of my wine as I stare at the glass case against the wall. Inside is a single object that James is coming for. It’s an interesting name for a girl, and when I asked Bradford about it he said that she was named after her grandfather. He didn’t give up much information beyond that, and though he didn't act like she was important to him, his silence spoke volumes.
When I got to his office last night I told him who I was looking for. I was surprised to see his eyes light up right away when I gave him the description and the location of the incident. Bradford doesn’t normally play his cards so close to his chest with me, and I could tell that she meant something to him. I can’t help but wonder why he gave her up at all if she was important to him. It doesn’t matter either way, because money is the most important thing to him and I’ve got as much as he wants. I would have drained my trust fund to find her and he knew it.
The priceless Fabergé egg lies nestled in a pillow of velvet with lights on around it. It’s been in my family a century, but I’ve never really looked at it like this before. It’s always been here in its case and I walk by it almost every day without noticing it. But now I see it with new eyes because this is what’s going to bring her to me.
It’s late, but I can’t exactly sleep out here in front of it to see when she decides to pay me a visit, so I drain the last of my glass and go into the kitchen. I place the glass by the sink and then walk through the house once more before I go upstairs. There is plenty of security on the property and I offered to remove them if Bradford would let me know what night James was going to come. He just laughed and shook his head saying she would get around them. I didn’t want to insult him or her, but if my security lets her slip through then I’ve got more problems than her stealing an egg I could give two shits about.
I have a housekeeper that lives here full time, but she goes out of town to her sister’s house on the weekends. I also employ a butler who manages the property, but he’s vacationing this weekend with grandchildren in Disney.
I don’t have many people over to my house, but it feels as though someone is always here. I guess with the both of them gone at the same time the house is truly empty. The security guards stay outside and around the estate so it’s just me roaming the dark halls of my home.
When I get to my bedroom I take off my clothes down to my boxer briefs and get in bed. I lie there without the lights on and let my eyes adjust. Every minor sound grabs my attention and I know that I won’t get a bit of sleep. What if she’s able to break in and take the egg without me noticing?
The fantasies I’ve had about her have been beyond indecent. Everything filthy thing I can think of doing to her has been on a loop in my head. I’ve never been one to jerk off, but I can’t seem to stop when it comes to thoughts of her. Even now my hand slides down over my stomach and down the dark patch of hair to my cock. It’s hard and lying against me as I wrap my hands around it. I don’t need to jerk off because I’ve done it three times today already, but no matter how many times I spurt into my hand it’s never enough.