HOOKED (Never after series)

CHAPTER-1 (Wendy~)

I'VE NEVER BEEN TO MASSACHUSETTS, BUT I've heard about the lack of heat. So while the temperature change from Florida is a shock, it isn't wholly unexpected. Still, as I shiver in my tank top, the light breeze blowing across my arms, I can't help but wish I had stayed behind instead of choosing to follow my family to their new home in Bloomsburg.

But I can't stand the thought of not being  a phone call away if they need me. My father is a workholic--even more  so after my mother's death--and without me around, my sixteen-year-old brother, Jonathan, would be all alone.

I've always been a daddy's girl, even though he makes it difficult. I'd hoped, after the move, that he'd slow down. 

Make more time for his family instead of constantly searching for the next big thing to sink his teeth into.

But Peter Micheals is never one to settle. His thirst for new ventures overpowers hi ache for a family connection. Being name the Forbes top businessman for the fifth year in a row means he has a lot of the biggest airline in that regard. And being the owner of the biggest airline in the Western Hemisphere means he has lots of funding for said opportunities.

NevAirLand. If you can dream it, we cam fly you there.

"We should go out tonight," my friend Angie says as shop where we both work.

"And do what?" I ask. Honestly, I was hoping to just head and relax. I've only been here for a little over a month, and I've been working so much that I haven't had a night to spend with Jonathan. Although he's in the teen stage of "I don't need anyone or anything," So he may not want around anyway.

She shrugs. "I don't know. A couple of the girls were talking about heading to the Jolly Roger."

I scrunch my nose. Both at her use of "the girls" and at the name of whatever she's talking about.

"Oh, come on, Wendy. You've een here for almost two months, and you haven't gone out with me once." She sticks out her bottom lip, her hands coming together in prayer.

Shaking my head, I sigh. "I don't think you friends "That not true," she insists. "They just don't know you yet. You have to actually come out with s for that."

"I don't know, Angie." My teeth sink into my bottom lip. "My dad's out of town, and he doesn't like it when I go out and draw attention."

She rolls her eyes. "You're twenty, girl. Cut the cord." can't understand what it's like being Peter Micheals's daughter. Even if I wanted to, there is no cutting the cord. His power and influnce reach every corner of this univers, and there isn't anything or anyone that escapes his control. Or if there is, I've never met them.

The bell above the front door chimes, Agie's friend overhead lightening as she saunters to us.

My brows rise as I glance at her, then back to Angie.

"What king of place is gonna let a twenty-year-old in anyway?"

"Don't you have a fake ID?" Maria asks as she reaches the front counter.

"I definitely don't have that." I've never snuck into a bar or a club in my life. "My birthday is in a few weeks. I'll just go out with you guys next time." I want them off.

Maria eyes me up and down. "Agie, don't you have you sister's ID? They looks...similar." She reaches out and touches my brown hair. "Just show a little bit of that body and they won't even look at the face on the card."

I laugh as I brush of her words, but  my inside tighten, heat surging through my vein and ligtening up my cheeks. I'm not a rule breaker. Never have been. But the thought of going tonight, of doing something bad, sends a thrill rushing down my spine.

Maria is one of the girls," and she hasn't been anywhere close to welcoming. But as I watch her grin and run her fingers through her hair, I wonder of maybe Agie is right. May be it's all in my head, and I just haven't given her a chance. I've never really had a close group of girlfriends, so I'm not sure how it's all supposed to work.

"I don't care if you don't want to go." Angle pouts, throwing her damp rag at me. "I'm making the executive decision."

I laugh, shaking my head as I finish restocking the cups for the morning.

"Hmm." Maria pops her gun loudly, her dark eyes searing into the side of my face. "You don't wanna go?"

I shrug. "It's not that. I just--"

"Probably for the best," she interrupts. "I don't think the JR is your kind of place."

My spine bristles and I stand up straighter. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She smiks. "I mean it's not for children."

"Maria, come on. Don't be a bitch," Angie pipes in.

Maria laughs. "I'm not. I'm just saying. What if he's there? Can you imagine? She'd be scared for life from even being in the same building in tha same building and run home to tell her daddy." 

I lift my chin. "My dad isn't even in town."

She cocks her head, her lips thinning. "Your nanny then."

Irritation spikes through my gut, and a need to prove her wrong clicks me decision into place, pushing the words off my tongue. I look at Angie. "I'm in."

"Yes!" Angie claps her hands.

Maria's eyes glint. "Hope you can handle it."

"Give me a break, Maria. She'll be fine. It's a bar, not a sex club," Angie scoffs before turning towards me. "Done't listen to her. Besides me, we only go there so she can try and get the attention for her mystery man."

"I will get his attention."

"My luck is bound to change at some point." Maria shrugs.

Confusion makes my brows pull in. "Who are you guys even talking about?"

 slow grin creeps across Maria's face, and a wistful look coasts across Agie's eyes.

"Hook."

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