Author Richard Matheson Novels & Stories

Could he have probably seen him before? "Have we met before? You look quite familiar."Richie questioned. "I'm afraid not. I apologize about cancelling our meeting urgently yesterday, something important came up" "It's not a problem. We can familiarize ourselves now. I'm Richie Winston". Richie said extending his hands out to his client for a handshake. His client had taken his hand as a widr smile spread acriss his face. "And I'm Luxander Dextro Mathew, CEO of KTF. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir"

The photo they showed was of Vice on his morning run, and he looked f-king sexy, all sweaty, and not at all withdrawn though they had tried to alter the colour of the picture to imply it. “I knew that if B1 and B2 were here, you would come with them.” Mirage froze. She felt as if someone had run an ice cube along her spine. Her heart was a hard, insistent beat against her ribcage. “What are you doing here, Richard?” Mr Rich had seen better days, she thought. She could smell the alcohol on him, and sour body odour. His clothing had been slept in at least once, and his cheeks wore a week’s worth of stubble.

“Thank you handsome “ When she lifted her eyes she was met by the beautiful body of Richard, he was so perfect standing there with a towel tied around his waist. His hair was still dripping with wet water and he looked as gorgeous hell. “What a prefect view you are giving me Sweetheart, I think your intention is to make me abscond work today. If you dare look at me like that again I won’t be able to stop myself.” “I really like that Emily but now you have got to wake up and freshen up so that I can give you a ride to work.” Richard was a very sensible person and he loved making his woman happy, but he never joked with be work matters, his motto was to work first then enjoy later.

"Damien Voss. I was wondering if you'd actually show." I turned to see a man approaching - mid-fifties, silver hair, expensive suit, and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Something about him made my skin crawl. "Richard." Damien's tone was polite but cold. I wouldn't miss the Hartwell Foundation gala. You know how much I value charitable giving. "Of course." Richard's eyes slid to me, assessing in a way that made me want to step closer to Damien. And who is this lovely creature? "Elena Torres," I said before Damien could answer, extending my hand with more confidence than I felt. It's a pleasure to meet you.

he had murmured with that wicked smile, his ice-blue eyes promising more trouble. Now he stood at the wheel of the family’s sleek twenty-foot pontoon boat, engine idling low. He looked every inch the experienced outdoorsman — faded blue polo stretched across his broad chest, khaki shorts, salt-and-pepper hair tousled by the breeze, and those piercing eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. But Maya knew what lay beneath the calm exterior. The thick white cock that had stretched her so perfectly just hours ago. The fingers that had made her squirt in the shower. The voice that had called her “baby girl” while flooding her married pussy. “Ready for a fishing lesson?” Richard asked, voice carry

"Put the tablet away, I can't talk business with an empty stomach." Richard turned back to me, his lips stretched out into a smile as the grey suited man stood up and gave a courtesy. "This is Noah," Richard introduced, with a proud smile. "He's the voice of reason in my chaotic life. He's also the reason I ever make it meetings on time." Noah shot him a sidelong glance before turning to me, his hand stretched out. "Miss Morris, it's a pleasure." "The pleasure is mine." I replied. Richard slipped into his chair, motioning for me to sit across from him. "You'll have to excuse him. He's all business and no fun. I sometimes worry he dreams are filled with spreadsheets and proposals."

The security door opened with a soft hiss. Inside, the room was dimly lit, rows of servers humming softly along the walls. Screens glowed with lines of data. At the center stood a long steel table and seated beside it was a man I had prayed never to see again. Richard Hale. Alive. Breathing. Smiling. My pulse slammed violently against my ribs. “You look disappointed,” Richard said smoothly, rising to his feet. He looked thinner, older. Less polished than the man who once ruled boardrooms with charm and venom. But his eyes those hadn’t changed.

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.”

It was like everything now was Richard, Richard , Richard. Gosh!! I rolled my eyes privately, leaving my suitcase by the stairs as I walked down the long, intimidating hallway. The walls were lined with expensive paintings and glass cases displaying vintage sports trophies. Richard Calloway was a legendary former athlete turned real-estate mogul, a ruthless billionaire who kept his personal life completely locked away from the media. I didn't know much about him other than what my mother told me, which was always wrapped in layers of absolute reverence. The kitchen opened up into a massive, state-of-the-art space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a private pool. It was completely emp

she consented as she walked out of the room with the lady. ********* Richard took a drag from the shisha while discussing with Donald. "This is really good" he praised with his eyes slightly closed. "Yea, so good" Donald supported while inhaling from his own stand. "You know you did a good job with those traitors right? It's so unfortunate I wasn't there to butcher them myself, it's being long I enjoyed such scene" Richard said but was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. He unlocked his phone as he sensed a new W******p message which he clicked on. His mouth flew open at the sight of the alluring pictures of Lovelyn.