Don Hume Novels & Stories

"A year to pay back five million?" "Holy baby Jesus fucking Christ." Tricia cursed, Now it is her turn to panic. Yeah, that's right, it couldn't be pay off even if we work day and night for years. "Who is this guy anyway." she ask curiously. "He came with Dario to the café the other day" "Can you describe him?" . "He has this stormy facial expression, tan, tall and seem to have too much authority." I described. "Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso" Tricia's statement render me speechless.

Not because he had taken my mother in when no one else would but because I have come to see the type of person he is, the type of leader he is. He isn't arrogant like most alphas he's humble and kind. He isn't one to always jump to violence and war, he is fair in his judgment and doesn't need brute force to resolve conflicts. He has an appreciation for all living things even rogues. At the end of the day he knows his power but he doesn't go around flaunting it. "I think that's the last of them, let's burn the bodies and start cleaning up" he instructs via mindlink

"I'm not interested in your money anymore. You had your chance this past year for that. But I am very curious about other assets you may possess." Shit. The thought of Desmond Mennetti touching me makes me want to vomit. He has to be at least twenty-five years older than me and there's nothing attractive about him. There's a cruelty that lays just below his surface and I have a feeling he's a cold-hearted bastard. How the hell am I going to get out of this mess? I wonder.

“Do I smell like hibiscus flowers to you?” Desmond looked at me. “You smell exactly how your tea tastes.” “You smell like citrus. It’s tart and refreshing.” I leaned back, my hands holding me up as I inhaled deeply. “Citrus huh…” He was musing. “Which college was it?” He smiled. “University of New Mexico.” I sat up, my eyes narrowing. “Wait, what do you mean you smelled me when I was a child? How old do you think I am?” Desmond cocked his head to the side. “Twenty-five, maybe twenty-six right?”

"Yeah the poor wife of his is me." "No wonder I felt your name a bit familiar." She hummed to herself and I found myself getting confused. "Is he that famous?" Flora nodded at my question. "Girl, the news has said he runs the biggest chains of hotels and restaurants. And not to forget he has this company, called D.Co, news--this is one of the largest operating systems here in U.S and all over Europe." D.Co, where did I hear this word again? "And they are like billionaires."

Was the first thing Mackenzie said as we started trading food without even looking down "Well, he has tattoos. He has a lot of tattoos, everywhere," I say slightly daydreaming about him, "A small nose ring, and dark brown hair," I tell her, "And he has muscles, like Hulk," I compare him, using my hands to show the size of his muscles "Only you would compare that God to Hulk," Amber-Rose laughs "How did you meet him?" Mackenzie asks me suddenly, seeming suspicious. "As I was walking home from the gym I bumped into him and he dropped some money so I caught up to him to give him his money and he offered to take me home," I blush as I lie, "He's nice though and he helped me with my homework last

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.

Although it wound me, I’ll let it slide. Ugh. I rolled my eyes made a pfff sound. So annoying. “Knox!” I groaned. The annoying man chuckled, flipping the pages of the magazine with Gordon Ramsey’s face on the cover. “Are you for real, Sweetheart?” he rested his elbow on the counter, staring at me, “you have no idea who I am?” I rolled my eyes once again, “I don’t like sports.” He seemed offended. “Not all women who admire me like sports. Some just admire me for my good looks and charisma.”

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

“You’re going home.” Finally. He stops himself from rolling his eyes as he hoists L'OREAL into his arms and heads back to his car with DAMON and DEBORAH either side of him. He tried to teach them chess," DAMON says to him, shaking his head and brushing his arm with green glitter. What in the world happened to his children from that housekeeper? "But he's not nearly so good at explaining the rules as you.". He nods, moving slowly to the vehicle and his stomach feeling that pit ease a bit now that he can see the kids are going to be fine. One issue resolved; roughly a million more to tackle.