Novel & Cerita Eddie X Richie

“Both of you.” Richie takes a long sip of his drink, pulling my attention. I watch how he leans against the counter, his broad shoulders tight, his muscles standing out even beneath his long-sleeve shirt. His steely gaze meets mine and he nods, grunting in response. “Wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t want you here, baby girl.” Tripp and Dane both shoot him scowls, and though I should feel weird about the strange tension between them, I don’t. In fact, it’s quite the opposite, actually.

Richard asked. “Yes. I even got my money back. Jackson promised to be your free agent during the next elections,” Eddie said as they walked back to the ladies laughing. “It was lovely to see you again in a different capacity as my daughter in law and the aunty to my children,” Richard said when he got to Ella. Ella was glad that she had swallowed her drink because she almost choked. “It was good to see you again sir,” she said politely. It was time for dinner to come to an end and Ella excused herself to go to the washroom. Richard got a work call and stepped aside, leaving Eddie and Jessica alone.

Meanwhile, at Eddies home. They were already at the dinner table. They were just four people at the table- Eddie, his mom, Dad and another lady- but the table had more space for more ten. It was a very big diner. Eddies parents sat directly opposite each other from a each end of the table. Eddie himself sat directly opposite from the lady at the middle. "Kelly, how's your studies going?" Eddies mother asked. "Oh, I heard you got accepted into Harvard's. It's that true?" Eddies mom asked pleasantly. They had or rather she had arranged for Eddie to marry Kelly because they were both from rich families.

Just then, Eddie stood up from his seat, buttoning up his suit, he then replied to my boss that he and I knew each other. “I will leave with Amelia to have a discussion about the necessary things needed for the event,” Eddie added, walking towards me. “Oh my gosh! Amelia, Why don’t you tell me that you know Mr Thompson?” My boss asked me, looking utterly surprised when he heard that I know one of the richest men in the whole New York City. I smiled at him awkwardly without saying anything. “You can go with Amelia, Mr Thompson. Thanks so much for trusting our agency,” my boss said, stretching out his hand to Eddie for a handshake.

"Oh, god! I can't... I need more than fingers, Eddie. I’m empty. Fill me up. Give your mother that massive cock of yours. Now!" Eddie stood up. He didn't look rushed. He looked like a man about to perform a task he had mastered a thousand times. He unzipped his shorts and let them fall. When he stepped out of them, I nearly choked. He was huge. He made Jax and Silas look like boys. His cock was dark, thick as a brick, and pulsing with heavy veins that looked like they were carved from stone. "Turn over, Mom," he commanded. His voice was like a cold blade.

he said. “Hey, Eddie,” Moose replied. He introduced me to the new arrival, Eddie LaGuardia, late of the NYPD vice squad, now a member of Richard’s crew of ex-cops. “You know what the drill is, Eddie?” I asked. He nodded. “Richard briefed me,” he said. “You ready to go?” “Yeah, pull your car in that parking space there,” I said. “Then you can go find security and tell them what we found under this car here.”

A few minutes later, it downloaded onto my secure terminal. I pressed play, and the screen flickered to life with the grainy hues of an old camcorder. The scene was quiet - a luxurious room with drawn curtains, wood-paneled walls, and a chandelier casting fractured light. And then… he appeared. Edward Richards. Younger, sharper, and scarier. He stood at the window, facing someone off-screen. “Do you understand now?” his voice growled. “You walk away, you stay gone. I gave you money, protection, and silence. You breathe my name again, I’ll bury you.”

I walk up to Richie and ask softly, "What’s wrong?" Richie hesitates for a moment, his brow furrowing as if he's trying to sort through a jumble of thoughts. I settle beside him on his bed, the familiar scent of his cologne filling the air, and I ask, "Why is your mood suddenly off?" He turns to me, offering a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. I can tell it's forced. "How can my mood be off when I have you here?" he replies, but there's a hint of something deeper lurking behind his words. He reaches out to cup my face, but I gently tug his hand away, holding it firmly in mine as I try to draw him out. "Come on, Richie, what’s going on? Who are those men, and what did they come here fo

“7 pm then,'' Sophie said and left him there. She knew he was watching her until she bent to the other corner of the street. They met for coffee, which led to more dates, and soon they were engaged. Mark came from a wealthy family like Sophie, but his family lost their wealth after a wrong business move and they struggled to survive. Unknown to Sophie he already knew who she was and about her family wealth and wanted it so badly.

"Richard, I...I need to tell you something," Edward said as he opened the door to Richard's office. Richard barely looked up, his focus still on his work. "Yes, sir, what is it?" he replied, his tone neutral. Edward took a step closer, his voice filled with emotion. "I like you." Richard's hands paused on the keyboard, and he turned to Edward with a look of confusion. "Yeah, I like you too. What's the big deal?" he said, expecting a discussion about work or a project.