Chapter 169: G
Bryce’s POV
Like any regular guy Bryce liked getting attention from very hot babes. Whether online or in real life, if a beautiful woman was into him, then he was all for it.
Recently he had been enjoying a lot of attention from a woman online. She had started reaching out to him when he’d first posted his piggy bashing content. The glee she’d gotten from them so sincere that Bryce had taken a risk and had contacted her right back. A decision that he had quickly come to realize was one of the best that he had ever made, G was awesome.
From their calls he’d been able tell she had a lovely voice, and thanks to her profile picture, he’d realized that she was gorgeous, (he was pretty certain that she was not using any filters).
Not only was her beauty off the charts, she had absolutely loved what he had been doing to Vivian’s reputation. She had actually been the one to give him the inspiration for some of the pictures that he had made. The two of them had laughed at each and every one until they were in danger of cracking ribs ...pure bliss.
***
But as Bryce had run a familiar route around his block, things had changed.
Taking a break from his run so the he could accept her video call, he’d found himself smiling as he’d held the phone up.
"Hey doll, did you like my new photo?" He had asked, and had been rewarded with a blinding smile.
"The pig nose and ears were inspired, and that bra you had her in was truly disgusting," At her comment he had laughed so hard he had been unable to hold the phone steady. After taking a moment, he’d gotten it focused back on his face instead of on the street behind him.
His eyes meeting hers through the screen, Bryce had expected her to still be laughing, but instead, she’d been very serious.
"You’re in danger," She’d said, and Bryce had frozen in panic. After a moment, he had chuckled lightly.
"Good one, I almost believed you," Instead of laughing, she had continued to remain serious.
"No, listen to me, I recognized someone behind you who works for a person I know,"
Realizing that she was actually being serious, Bryce had felt his blood freeze. He’d had to force himself not to turn back and look.
"What do I do?" He’d asked, fear bleeding through despite his best attempts to stifle it.
To be honest, he had expected her to panic too. But her eyes had suddenly sharpened, a steely look that had made him uncomfortable entering them.
"First, ditch the phone, you can be tracked through it. Put your hood up, and run to the famous statue that you told me is a few blocks from your place. I will have someone pick you up, and take you somewhere safe,’
Bryce had not liked her plan, (mostly because he’d had no idea whether he could trust her). But as he’d approached his place, he had started to see a lot of unfamiliar faces. All of them blending in a little too well. Seeing them, he had decided to take his chances with G. Ditching his phone in some bushes, Bryce had pulled up his hoodie, and had begun jogging slowly in order to not bring attention to himself.
He’d run right past his would be kidnappers without them even noticing.
***
As thrilling as it had been when he had arrived at G’s mansion.
Bryce was now well and truly bored. He was too scared to use his new phone, ( provided by a maid) so it was nothing more than a fancy rock, and even having his every need catered to, by the silent staff, was no longer amusing to him.
There were only so many times he could spill his drink just to watch grown women drop down to their knees and mop it up with a cloth before that became boring. As fancy as the entire place was, it was not Bryce’s. In fact he had no idea whose house he was in, and the longer he stayed without meeting the owner, G, in person, the more uneasy he became.
What if this was all some elaborate prank? What if this was Vivian and her billionaire getting back at him? What if the woman with the sweet voice had not been saving him from Ryan Terrell, but had instead been setting him up? What if he was nothing more than a farm animal being fattened for slaughter?
The thought made a home for itself in Bryce’s head and would not leave, and the more it stayed there the more sense it made. Which was more likely, some random woman just deciding to save him, or Ryan Terrell setting a trap for him? What if he was about to be trafficked somewhere? What if the billionaire was going to burn the place to the ground with Bryce still in it?
His fears getting the best of him on the second day of his stay in the mansion. Bryce took off the fancy clothes that he had been given and changed into the casual attire that he had arrived in. That done he waited until he was completely alone before he began his escape.
In the time that he had been there, he had been allowed to wander. Something that he had used to get a feel of the layout.
Now he was making his way towards a rarely used door that he was certain led to the outside world. Whatever awaited him once he got out there, Bryce would deal with it. But at least he would no longer be stuck waiting around not knowing what was going on. His hand around the doorknob he was just about to turn it when a familiar voice came from behind him.
"I would not do that if I were you,"
***
Readying himself for a confrontation, Bryce took a breath and turned around, his fists clenched. Then they immediately unclenched when he took in the beauty before him.
G...
She looked even more gorgeous in person, how was that possible?
’Well hello there,’ he thought a flirtatious smile making its way onto his face as his eyes roved over the woman.
How could someone so beautiful exist? And why was she still fully clothed. Now that Bryce had met her, such a sweet thing should have been naked in bed with Bryce having his way with her. Licking his lips, he did not bother hiding his interest.
"If it isn’t the sweet lady who saved my life. Are you perhaps after my thanks?" Bryce made sure that there was no room for misunderstanding by very obviously palming his dick through his pants. The woman rolled her eyes, but he did not miss the way that her gaze lingered a little too long on his crotch.
Good, he had a chance.
"My name is Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth," Bryce shrugged, all that he cared about was that she was hot. Her name did not interest him at all.
"Well, Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth, what am I doing here?" He asked, giving him a sharp smile, Gwendolyn moved forward, and Bryce suddenly got the feeling that he was prey being hunted. His eyes narrowing, he looked over at Gwendolyn. She was petite, he could take her, so why did he suddenly feel uneasy?
He forgot all about that when she moved into his personal space and kissed his cheek.
"You and I, Bryce, have a common goal,"
He raised a brow at her. " And just what would that be?" He asked.
"The so-called pig that you were tarnishing online stole something from me,"
Ahh, barely two seconds in the land of the rich and piggy had already stolen something, figures, once a bottom feeder, always a bottom feeder.
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