𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐘

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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THE RICHBOY © ™ 2020

James stumbled out of the club, the change in atmosphere almost immediate. While the inside was cramped with the dancing sweaty bodies of people who were intoxicated, the outside greeted him with the cool air of the silent night.

He'd purposefully taken the back exit knowing the front would be full of a lineup with mostly underaged teens trying to get in.

La Grande was the only club in the affluent town of West Courtaubarnes that was targeted towards the younger generation. All the other clubs belonged to the many billionaires and multi-millionaires that resided in West Courtaubarnes who usually held casual meetings with their investors and business partners there. Therefore chances of the teenagers encountering their parents in those clubs were extremely high.

Being the self-proclaimed idiot that he is, James Bradford knew from personal experience that daring to go to any other club than La Grande would result in his parents finding out and threatening to send him to rehab.

According to them he was a alcoholic who was a shame to the Bradford legacy, but frankly he didn't give a shit. He was the sole heir to the Bradford Empire and he knew the business would be passed onto him no matter what he did as his parents would die before any of their greedy relatives got their hands on it.

James' grandfather had started the business and his children were reluctant to do anything with it as they believed it would cease to exist in a few years. Nevertheless, it had been James' father who had faith in the business and worked alongside James' grandfather making Bradford Enterprise one of the largest business empire in the world. They had influence on almost every industry from construction to entertainment. On the other hand his mother came from old money and was an only child so there was no one else that could inherit the money and property other than him.

Long story short, no matter now many times his parents threatened him about his inheritance – that's all it would ever be, threats. They would never go through with anything they said.

In his intoxicated state he found thought of that extremely humorous as he began laughing hysterically only to trip on thin air and land flat on his face.

"Shit!" James yelled when he felt blood trickling down his forehead.

It was blatantly apparent now more than ever that he was in no state to drive back home.

He though about calling the boys, but he knew that both Brett and Zachary would never let this go and use it to bait him when given the chance.

His parents were somewhere in Dubai and he knew if he called them they would have an entire essay about his irresponsible behaviour ready.

Maybe his ex-girlfriend Neveah Harrington would pickup, she was in love with him after all. Nevertheless he had no intention of leading her on after admitting that he'd never be able to love her back, so calling her seemed like a bad idea, even in his drunk mind.

That left only one person.

Amelia Van Doren.

His best friend who'd been through thick and thin with him. She was truly his saving grace, god knows he'd be dead in a ditch somewhere without her. James detested constantly putting her in positions like this, but truth is he had no one else he trusted like her.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone which thankfully opened due to facial recognition as he could not bring his mind to recall the password. With the best of his abilities he clicked on Amelia's contact.

The phone rang for five seconds before the groggy voice of a tired female picked up.

"James?" Amelia asked.

"Amy?" questioned James.

"It's 2AM James," she stated.

"I know," said James as his lips curved into a smile at the thought of Amelia's annoyed face.

The line was silent for a few seconds, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes make sure you have you location on and don't you dare move." With that she hung up leaving James wondering how he got so lucky.

Still not moving from his position on the ground he wondered how high the chances of him getting robbed were if he took a nap.

Realistically there was little to no chance. West Courtaubarnes was a town where only the richest of the rich resided. The security was so high that it put the White House to shame! There hadn't been any major crimes in the last ten years. It was the perfect place to raise your children before you decided that you were too rich to do it yourselves and hire a nanny.

He wasn't sure whether minutes or hours passed, but there she was. In her silk pajama bottoms with an oversized hoodie on top. "You could've told me you were at the back of the club."

"Mhmm," he said flashing her a smile that turned into a grimace as the familiar sting on his forehead brought him back to reality.

"Holy shit James you're bleeding, you might have a concussion– I'm taking you to the hospital." Amelia concluded.

"No iz prolly jus a scrape," he insisted in his drunken stupor.

"God what am I going to do with you," said Amelia as she shook her head before putting his arm across her shoulder as she struggled to drag the star quarterback in his intoxicated glory. "You know, you're extremely heavy and these calls in the middle of the night have to stop, summer's almost over and I expect you to get your shit together by the time school starts Bradford."

When she received no response she turned to him as he looked ready to pass out. Amelia prayed that it was because of the alcohol and not because of a potential brain injury.

He also stopped assisting her and she knew it was going to be impossible to carry all this athletic body mass all by herself to the hospital and so she was forced to call in reinforcements.

Amelia only hoped that he wouldn't be too upset with her when he woke up.

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END OF PROLOGUE

A/N: And viola rewriting this book for the 7th or 8th time idfk at this point but I'm going to only update when I feel satisfied writing but I have many plans for Amelia & James so hopefully you guys like the book <3

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