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)
The thought of having her tied to my bed is almost enough to undo me. I reach down to adjust my throbbing cock, but instead I end up stroking it and thinking of the possibilities.
My phone buzzes with a message saying that there’s still no sign of her and I want to break it in half. I tell them to keep looking and then lean my head back and close my eyes.
All this happened right after seeing Bradford this morning, so no wonder I’m on edge. I hired Bradford to ruin Tom’s life after I found him with my mom. Bradford watched me pull out a wad of cash at sixteen years old and decided if he wasn’t going to do it I’d find someone that would. My own father wasn’t a bad guy, but Bradford knew how to survive. I envied that kind of knowledge and I kept in touch with him even after he did the job for me. He’s one of the few people I trust, and the fact that he’s a criminal is comical. If my security team can’t locate her, then I know he can.
I fire off a quick text to him saying I’m coming back to his office later tonight. I need to talk to him as soon as possible, but I’ve already been seen enough out here today and I don’t want anyone getting wind of it and photographing me around his spot. He likes his privacy almost as much as I do.
I take a deep sigh and rub my eyes with the heel of my hand. I’ve got to be patient for a few more hours, and patience is not something I’ve ever acquired. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in all my years, it’s that if I want something bad enough, it’s mine. And I’ll have that little pickpocket if it’s the last thing I do.
Chapter 3
James
I chew on my bottom lip as I think about how to bring this up to Bradford and if it’s really something I want to do. Maybe I should take the small amount of money I already have and leave town. I’m always thinking that the next job I take is going to be the thing that gets me caught.
The first time is only a slap on the wrist, right? I probably wouldn't get so lucky, or I’d end up spending every cent I’ve saved on a lawyer and then where would I be? The weird tingling I had since I woke up yesterday morning lingers. It also doesn't help that late last night I got a text from Bradford saying he wanted to talk to me about something.
I glance at his closed office door and wonder when he’ll be done with his meeting. Wondering what he wants from me has been bugging me almost as much as the man I ran into yesterday. Why was he on my mind all last night? I’ve been beating myself up about the stupid attraction I feel. He was kind of a jerk, and to be honest, I resented who he was.
Unable to help myself, I’d googled him after I got home last night. He isn't just a rich guy like I first thought, he’s a level of wealthy that I would never be able to comprehend. I spent so long looking over his life that was filled with privilege. Though I only spent a moment in his company, it seems my first impression was accurate. Everyone thinks he’s an asshole.
It should be against the law to be that handsome, that rich and an asshole. There should be a bigger flaw than only being an asshole. That’s something a person could fix if they wanted, though with the kind of money he has, I guess he doesn't have to.
I reach under my hoodie and into the zipper pocket on the inside. I left his wallet at home under my pillow. It’s got his credit cards inside, but I kept his license in my pocket. I don’t want to think on it too much as to why I did it, but when I run my finger along the edge I feel a connection to him. Normally I feel guilty after lifting someone’s wallet, but with him the guilt never came. I was actually a little pissed it only had a grand inside of it once I figured out who he was.
I jump to my feet as Bradford’s office door opens and I slide the license back into my hoodie. I pretend to be casual as I lean up against the wall and watch Josh leave his office. I give him a bright smile knowing he can’t say shit to me so close to Bradford’s office. All he does is glare at me before he passes and then reaches out and tugs a strand of my hair. I grit my teeth, wanting to stick my foot out and trip him, but instead I ignore him. I was hoping that if I didn't play into his stupid games he’d leave me alone. It doesn't look like that’s happening.