Author Richard Matheson นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After Richard had fully used Paloma, he leaned back in the chair with a satisfied grunt. He fixed his clothes quickly, then gave her ass a sharp slap. With a grin, he slid two fingers back into her dripping pussy, scooping up his own thick cum. He brought them to her lips and pushed them inside. “Clean them,” he ordered. Paloma sucked obediently, tasting the salty mix without protest. Richard stood and straightened his jacket. “I’ll go tell Matthias myself. Thanks to your private meeting, I’ve changed my mind about selling those shares.”

Matthew’s POV The conference room was warm, not because of the sunlight that streamed through the wide glass windows, but because the man sitting across from me made my blood boil. His name was Richard Vaughn, CEO of Evercrest Logistics, a middle-aged, overweight man with a gleaming bald head and an oily smile that never seemed to leave his face. He drummed his fingers on the mahogany table while speaking in his clipped, pompous tone as if every word out of his mouth should be carved in stone.

Richard smirked at him. “Nice meeting you Richard.” She smiled sweetly. “If he tries to bully you, just call me. I will beat him up for you.” Richard demonstrated to be in a fight with Asher. Richard has brown wavy hair, with grey eyes. He is handsome but not like Asher's captivating look. Ivana thought in her heart. She watched the brother play and converse together. He doesn't look like the cold ruthless billionaire he portrays to be outside. She heard Richard joined the military, he was not looking forward to working at the Jackson's company.

Lena said. Her voice was steady, but her hands were folded tightly in her lap, knuckles pale. “Go on,” Richard said, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “You have my attention.” Damon’s fingers dug into the edge of the table. His jaw flexed. “I have access to Project Helix,” The words landed heavy. Damon turned toward her sharply, disbelief cracking across his face before he could stop it. Richard’s expression changed slower—confusion first, then suspicion, then something darker.

But now, rather than find him as an interesting asset that would be considered an investor, I was growing weary. He gestured to Rosalyn. “And you are?” “Rosalyn Vale.” She introduced without hesitation. “Mrs. Blackthorn’s new assistant.” He extended his hand, and she took it lightly. The exchange lasted no more than a second, but the air between them shifted, his charm sliding off her like water off stone. She glared at him with studying, calculating eyes. “A pleasure,” she said simply. “And mine,” he replied, his tone losing a shade of warmth.

Then he turned on Matthews and his lucrative business “Okay… now just three dollars from me” Richard announced smugly “What! You can’t do that!” Matthews cried out “Oh he just did” James said as he handed the three dollars to Richard and stuck his tongue out to Matthews when his phone pinged with the photos.

Richard Hale stepped through the door like he owned it, his silver hair catching the light from the chandelier, his smile as unsettling as it had been the first night I met him. Behind me, I felt Ethan go very still, the way he did before every dangerous thing I’d watched him face so far. Reyes had positioned herself slightly to the side, unreadable, her eyes tracking Richard’s every movement like she was cataloguing him for a report only she could see. “You have five minutes,” Victor said. “I don’t need five minutes.” Richard’s gaze moved past him, found me standing near the stairs, and softened in a way that made my skin prickle. “I need one. I came to see my niece.”

" My phone buzzed in my pocket Catherine hadn't taken it, surprisingly. I pulled it out carefully. Message from Blake: Richard's dead. Michael shot him. His assets is to be transferred to Catherine in 3 hours. Emily, whatever she's offering, it's a trap. Get out now. I looked at Catherine. "Richard's dead?" Her face didn't change. "Yes. Michael got impatient. I didn't order it, but I'm not surprised. Richard was always impulsive." "Your own son is dead and you don't care?” "I care deeply. But grief doesn't change facts. Richard's gone. His Genesis research now

“We established that.” Elaine looked at me. “Yes,” she said. “We did.” “And you’re Dominic’s mother,” I said. “Yes,” she said. I looked at Richard. “And you’re the brother Marcus doesn’t mention,” I said. Richard’s face did something. Not the almost-smile of Dominic. Not the full warm version of Marcus. The face of a man receiving a direct statement he had not anticipated from a person he had categorized before meeting her. “Richard Hayes,” he said.

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."