Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut

When you first met Hugh, all he saw you as was an easy way to get wealth. He could use you to get to your father. Your father was now the wealthiest man in Town ever since Ransom Drysdale's father had been killed. The whole town knew of that incident. Though nobody knew who was behind the murder. Both the police and the family had been very quiet about that case. Something was up, and that was clear. Nobody could figure it out though, but everyone knew there was more behind his mysterious death.

Ransom was cold. Heartless, so it seemed. He was an asshole who had the biggest ego in the world. All he cared about was himself. He was greedy. He'd do what he had to in order to get his way. After all, he'd been a spoiled brat most of his life. Up until his grandfather cut him off, however, so he murdered him in cold blood.

Though Ransom was a dick, it seemed he had ladies falling left and right for him. It was hard to blame them, he was extremely handsome. So he was more than surprised when you didn't grovel at his feet like every other girl out there. It took a hit on his ego, but not by much. He'd made it his mission to get you wrapped around his finger. He'd stick to that. Ransom was very persistent when he wanted to be. So if he wanted you, then by god, he'd have you.

So, here Ransom was, receiving an earful from some person he didn't even know. He'd pissed them off. It was all Hugh seemed to do. It was so easy and he found humor in it. When they were done spitting curses at him, the brunette glanced to the side then shook his head. "Wow... and your kiss your mama with that mouth?" He'd taunt, seeking another reaction.

This time, the person's friend had to hold them back. Hugh stood there with a shit eating grin on his face while the other swung and batted their hands at him with all their might. Oh this was fun. When they'd exhausted themselves, he leaned down slightly. "Eat shit." He just about purred, a teasing tone in his voice. This just got an even bigger rise from the other. Hugh laughed and turned on his heels, walking over to his car and hopping into it.

He drove off, and after a while, arrived at his girlfriend's house. Her name was Katie, his latest fling. Of course, she meant nothing to him. He merely used her as a distraction and a source of entertainment. Katie was nothing more than a toy for Ransom's amusement.

Drysdale parked in the driveway then got out of his car, striding up to the door and knocking. "Hey, puddin'!" Katie would chime when she answered the door. She threw her arms around him and kissed the broad-shouldered man deeply. Ransom briefly kissed back but broke the kiss shortly after when her little dog was yapping at their feet. "Oh shut it." He'd snap at the canine, who whimpered and scurried back inside. "She was happy to see you! Oh lighten up, won't you, Ransy?" She puckered her full lips into a pout, and Ransom rolled his eyes. "I don't like dogs. You know that." He'd snark.

Katie rolled her eyes and grabbed her handbag. "Anyways, I'm glad you were on time." Her smile returned. The two were supposed to have a date tonight. Their dates usually ended in a senseless fucking. Ransom was always gone before she woke up. There was one time he'd stayed and when he woke up, he was being smothered by Katie. It was revolting. He had to stop himself from gagging. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." He drawled, putting on a forced smile.

The two got in his car then drove to the restaurant, which was really just a fast-food joint. "Aw, Ransom why don't you ever take me some place nice? You never spoil me." The blonde whined. God she was annoying, damn. He couldn't wait to drop her like the clingy fly she was. She always wanted stuff from him. Ransom do this, Ransom do that; Oh, and don't forget to show up with flowers! Katie didn't deserve to be spoiled in his eyes. So he bought her next to nothing.

Ransom rolled his eyes, stepping out of the car without giving her a response. He lead her inside and over into the line. While they waited, Katie was blabbing her head off to him. Ransom didn't listen though, his mind had gone else where the second he'd caught sight of you.