The lawyer clears his throat, and lifts the first page. My heart races. I sit forwards, suddenly panicked. I grip Justine’s hand tight.
This is it.
“I, Charles Ashcroft, being of sound mind and judgment, do hereby state my last will and testament,” the lawyer starts to read. “This will voids all previous documents, and is a legal and binding document.”
Brent snorts.
“To my adoptive children, Brent, Isabelle, and Ford, I hereby bequeath a million dollars each, and voting shares in Ashcroft Industries as set out in their trusts.”
I inhale in surprise. Adoptive children? I didn’t know they weren’t his biological kids. Ashcroft never mentioned it, and despite his comments about disinheriting them all, he’s been more than generous. A million dollars each!
But when I sneak a look at them, Brent is still scowling, like that’s nothing at all. And maybe to someone like him, it isn’t.
“I also leave monies to several charities, listed here--”
“Who gives a fuck what animal shelter he’s supporting?” Brent interrupts. “Tell us the real stuff.”
“Real charming,” Justine snorts, but I can’t even crack a smile. This is too important for jokes.
“Very well.” The lawyer picks up the paper again. “The remainder of my estate, including all property, savings, stock, and majority voting rights on the Ashcroft Industry board, I leave to Keely Elizabeth Fawes, of 3020 San Vicente Boulevard.”
I sit back in shock, listening to the hum of gossip flooding the room.
It’s true.
He left me everything. His whole fortune, mine.
But why?
3
VAUGHN
I’m buried to the hilt in a juicy wet mouth, and I don’t feel a motherfucking thing.
“Yes!” the girl gasps, sucking me deeper. She’s moaning, rubbing her clit with one hand as she jerks me off with the other, letting out a desperate whimper with every bob of that pretty blonde head. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, Vaughn!”
I growl, yanking her hair back and slamming so deep I hit the back of her throat. Trying to distract myself. But I can’t. It’s not her moans I hear echoing in my head, and when I close my eyes, it’s not her face I see.
Keely.
On her knees, gasping in pleasure. Her peach of an ass mottled red from my slaps, her pretty little voice screaming out for dear life.
“Fuck me! Spank me!”
Goddamn, that girl was a miracle. The screw of the century -- and I never even got to claim her pussy. She fled before I could fuck her for real, leaving me standing like an idiot with my dick throbbing hard and her juices still wet on my tongue.
This girl works my dick like a fucking pro, her sweet tits bouncing, her tongue flicking hard, but fuck, it’s not working.
“Do you feel that, baby? Do you?”
Not even close.
I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I haven’t come in three fucking days, not since Keely pulled her disappearing act. I thought this little blonde number would do the trick -- all fuck-me eyes and a cute little mouth just waiting to be filled with my cock, tonight, it’s not playing.
I only wants to fuck one sweet pussy, and she sure as hell isn’t here right now.
Damn it. I swore I wouldn’t go through this again. I pull out of the blonde’s mouth and yank my jeans back up.
“But you haven’t come yet,” she whines. She slides forwards on her stomach, reaching for my cock. “I can make you feel real good.”
“Sorry, babe,” I sigh, pushing her firmly away. “Not tonight.” I grab my jacket from the door.
I let myself out of her apartment and head downstairs, my blood still boiling with anger and frustration.
She walked away. Keely. She fucking ran. And nobody ever walks away from me -- especially not once I’ve shown them what it feels like to be fucked by a real man. She came for me, over and over again -- throbbing around my fingers, dripping on my tongue. I gave that girl a pleasure that should make her my willing slave for life, so what the fuck happened to make her change her mind?
I’m heading for my car when my phone vibrates with a text.
When are you going to complete the contract?
I’m not a patient man.
Get it done.
I stop.
The whole reason I started chasing Keely in the first place is my mysterious client. The creepy fucker who hired me to seduce her. Keely is way more than a job to me right now, but that doesn’t mean the client isn’t on my case night and day to close the deal.
This time, we’re both in perfect agreement. I need to be buried to the fucking hilt in her tight little cunt before I lose my mind.
Fuck it. I start the engine with a growl. I’m going to find her. I need to, and this time, I won’t let her get away.