Her Substitute Groom

Connor Hughes POVContent provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Get on your knees, bit*ch! That’s what I’m paying you for,” I snapped at the woman I had picked up from the club earlier to satisfy me on the bed…

…

“Turn around,” I said to her as I walked over to my nightstand and pulled out the drawer. I got a pack of co*ndo*ms from there, tore one out of it, and threw it at her.

“Do your job,” I said to her after I threw the rest on the nightstand.

I am paying her for it, so it’s her job to pleasure me and not the other way around.

Guess what? It felt so fucking good.

My heart hammered against my chest like it was going to explode…

…

I pulled out the drawer of my nightstand and brought out a parcel of money.

“Take this and get out of my room,” I threw it at her then stood up and started to walk toward the bathroom.

“Are you going to pay me off just like that?” She asked, and I was forced to stop.

“Besides, it’s late and I can’t go out at this time,” She stated as she stood from the ground and dared to sit on my bed.

“Get your a*ss off my bed, now!” I snapped at her, and she flinched fearfully.

“You won’t want me to repeat myself. Get your ass off my bed,” I snarled at her, and she quickly stood up this time.

“Sorry, but this is not a hotel where you can pass the night. I don’t want to see you here when I get back,” and with that, I pulled the bathroom door open then walked inside and slammed the door behind me.

Standing under the shower, I scoffed as the memories of what happened earlier today flashed through my head.

“Wow! She must really be smart,” I had to admit it because that bitch played a smart one on me. What the fuck came over me that made me gentle with her? It was the first time I was going to be like that toward my flings, and I was regretting it already. I shouldn’t have ever done that.

“Ugh! My favorite watch,” I cursed angrily and ran my fingers through my wet hair.

“Wait till I get my hands on you,” I muttered and finally turned off the shower, then grabbed my towel from the rack and tied it around my waist. I walked back into my room and was impressed by the work of my maid. She already changed the bedspread.

Sitting on the bed, I pulled out the drawer of my nightstand, and there was the pack of cigarettes lying there. I grabbed it took out a stick and lit it. I only smoke once in a while especially when I’m disturbed or angry, but right now, I had no idea about what I was feeling. Whether I was angry or disturbed. I really could not tell.

I reached for my phone and dialed my bodyguard’s number, Lucas.

“Yes, boss,”

“Come inside,” I disconnected the call immediately then tossed the phone on the bed, and resumed smoking.

The doorbell rang minutes later and I ushered whoever was at the door, in. It was Lucas.

“Greetings, boss,”

“Have you been able to find anything about the girl?” I asked him instead, ignoring his greetings because what the fuck was I supposed to do with it?

“Not yet, boss. I couldn’t track the number you asked me to track. It seemed like it was disconnected immediately,” He explained to me, and I scoffed as I puffed smoke out of my mouth and nose. She is really smart and good at the games she plays. Not that I was expecting less, anyway.

“You can go,” I said to him, and he bowed slightly before he left my room, and I sighed. I felt enraged that a girl outsmarted me and made a fool of me. What the heck was I thinking?

“I’m going to get you,” I stated because I was very sure of that even though I had no idea when, where, and how I was going to get her, but I was sure I would…