Chapter 10 - Money For Me Is Never A Problem

Hunter's POV:

“Sir?”

Yeah, sexy?

“Wake me up when you finish eating….”

You don’t say….

“I need a nap at least.”

You do, huh?

“Fucking kid….”

Oh yeah? She’s sleeping…. Ha-ha! She’s so fucking cute…. But that Clinton guy is got it coming…. For sure. No one touches what’s mine….

I’m inching her with my eyes, experiencing some hardcore battles inside to not go per instincts since she came inside my house.

I made her cook for her to eat, but because she’s been in her crazy self and stirring me up to some insane levels of hotness and male instincts, I couldn’t say anything. I have been focusing on myself to control and not come out as a pervert or sexually obsessed guy as I’m not. But you can’t fucking resist her. Honestly. She’s what a man like me would want, inside out.

I’m taking off my shirt as I can’t have it on me anymore. It’s like I’m dipped in pure fire, the one with an endless burning and flames. She’s in a silent snoring, moving her head on her hands to better sleep, and some hair strands are falling from her bun, covering the side of her face.

Yeah, to tell you about me. George is one of my friends, close ones, as he’s the best director out there since his youth. Three months ago, he took his girlfriend Brenda to one of our get-togethers in one of my clubs. While discussing random and important stuff, she received a call from sexy over here, Lacey, and she didn’t go out to speak. From one thing to another, I couldn’t avoid overhearing their conversation, like I was somehow attracted to the one on the other side of the phone.

They started in a sad manner about Lacey’s father having an emergency two days before because of his health condition and she was in a depression because of it. Brenda cheered her up and they passed to crazy stuff laughing out loud, making me find out things about Lacey from the conversation Brenda was having with her. And when she hanged up the call, I saw her picture on Brenda’s phone as she has it saved on the display.

I showed my interest over Lacey, a real interest, and Brenda, having drunk several cocktails, spilled this vixen’s story to me. Like in everything. She loves her like her sister, and she’s pained for her from how she used to be and how she is right now because of the unfortunate event with her dad’s condition.

She told me how she had given up on her life to be there for her dad and how many sacrifices she’s done to keep him going. That she had the world at her feet in everything, and now she’s living like a monk in the real sense. She said sexy is crazier than her, way crazier than her, but not in the crazy stuff she does. She looks up to her for she’s respectable, blunt, and without a stain compared to her. Like a little saint as she has been all her life.

She was more upset on the fact Lacey is rejecting pursuing a relationship as she’s not up for it, avoiding such things all her life. She didn’t give me many details on her past relationships as she respects her private stuff and won’t tell, but she continued in telling me she’s the most difficult to tame and nail her in a relationship. That man should be someone impressive for her to give a chance, but even so, many chances aren’t. She then gave me a scan, laughed, and said that even one like me doesn’t stand a chance in front of her, that bad she is when it comes to this.

When she mentioned to me her age, thirty-four, and that she’s same age as her, I couldn’t believe it, as they don’t look more than twenty something. I looked at George for confirmation and he smiled and nodded as being true. Yeah, I’m twenty-seven. I’m indeed younger than her by seven years, but that’s not a problem for me and there’s no difference in appearance, though she’s stubborn to point out the kid part. We’ll change that…. He, he, he….

Since then, I asked George to bring Brenda more often confessing to him I’m interested in Lacey as that was what I was feeling. Something at her was fishing me out to her and I was under the spell of finding out more about her without understanding why. It was first time happening to me, with a person that I even got to meet or see face to face or in a crowd somewhere.

He did and Brenda isn’t a stupid one. Realizing my motif, she told me that if I could make her start living, then she agrees to provide me with any information about her, but into decent limits as she’s not selling her out and the hard part is on me. But she fancies me for Lacey, and she can see similarities between us since she got to better know me.

I proposed for her to bring Lacey to one of our meetings, yet she said that’s not possible. Lacey is not going out since four years ago, even with her. She’s the one stopping by Lacey’s house whenever she wants to see her. Her dad takes all her time, not that he’s asking for it, but because she’s the one to never leave his side. However, soon enough she would have to come out of her prison as she’s running out of money. That was my cue to dig further and use the leverage given. Money for me is never a problem.

And as predicted by Brenda, the day came when Lacey vented about needing a job and she told me through George. Perfect timing as my assistant is given an actress job since she’s forever asking for it, even trying to screw me for it, which never happened by the way, as I never fuck my employees, and I get free position to trap my crazy sexy under me and begin my hunting in taming her. He, he, he….

And yes, Brenda also gave me her address and everything to see her from afar, but never engage with her as a promise. She said she’s not the type for meeting strangers on the street and chit-chat. And that I might get smashed if she gets a hint of someone spying or stalking her. She’s dangerous, she said. I can’t believe this little thing can be dangerous as she’s a fragile creature. She’s not a skinny one, but still, she doesn’t seem one who could put down someone like me. Plus, I’m no simple one.