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 b*it*ch 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.
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She stood up afterward, trying to kiss me.
"Oops! Sorry, but I don't involve in kissing..." I said to her.
"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.
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'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...