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Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous

Richboy!Luke AU Imagine

Summary: Luke is part of the wealthy elite in New York City. He’s charming, cocky and a complete playboy. When problems begin to arise, he goes to the one place he has alone and meets someone who will change his life forever.
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“Lucas if you don’t attend this, people will talk and that’s the last thing this family needs right now.” His mother fiddled with his bowtie, making sure it was straight while Luke stared ahead glumly.

“I don’t understand why you make me show up. None of your socialites care if I’m here or not.” He grunted.

“Don’t be silly of course they do. They expect to see you here because of who we are you know that. Now comb your hair. No son of mine is going to look like they just rolled out of bed while attending the Winter Gala.” Luke rolled his eyes at his mom, running his fingers through his hair and styling it into the perfect quiff that the magazines knew him for.

“You know the boys are all coming tonight. And the Coles will be here and are bringing their lovely daughter.”

“Sabrina’s gonna be here?” Luke internally groaned. Sabrina Cole was the socialite princess of the upper east side. She was the daughter of the business tycoon Martin Cole who profited from the destruction of small businesses. Adored by all, Sabrina had the entire state of New York wrapped around her finger. But Luke knew better. She was an absolute prude, always trying to spoil Luke and his friend’s fun. Behind closed doors she was nothing but a raging, spoiled, bitch with her hand clamped too tight around daddy’s wallet. Of course, saying such things about her spending habits was quite hypocritical from Luke’s point of view. He and all of his friends were practically the same way. They were all born and raised in the lap of luxury, growing up with beautiful homes, nice cars, and a mindset to match their expensive tastes.

“She really is a sweet girl. Nothing like those other girls you have a tendency to be seen with that party every night. She’s good for you Lucas, you should spend more time with her.” She suggested, though Luke sensed she wanted more than for Luke to just hang out with her. His parents had been pushing him towards the Cole family for years. His parents wanted an alliance between their two companies and nothing supports the merging of two companies better than the combination of two families. Their only problem? Luke wanted nothing to do with her. Sure she was hot, but there was no way he was going to put up with her shitty personality just because she was attractive.

“Whatever mom, I’ll go to the stupid gala.”

She clapped her hands in delight. “Excellent, because this year it’s at our house and guests should be arriving any minute!” Luke’s let out an audible groan as his mother sauntered out of his room. The last thing he needed was a million people here right now. Besides, he was still a little hung over from Michael’s house party last night. Sighing in defeat, he smoothed out his Armani suit and strutted down to the gala.

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The second he made his appearance in the foyer of his family’s grand mansion, what felt like an entire horde of ladies mobbed him attempting to chat up their daughters. The Hemmings family was not just an A list family, they were the A list family. Everyone was always sucking up to them to gain press coverage or favor in the media. While Luke was wary of this, he had a tendency to use it to his advantage and it was this kind of attitude that landed Luke his famous playboy title. Whether it be sneaking into the country club pool after hours, drag racing his Tesla down the coast, or taking a squad of people to Amsterdam for the weekend in the Hemmings’ private jet, Luke always managed to find a way to squander the family name.

Regardless of his behavior, he was still a Hemmings which means he was still going to inherit a part of the company his dad built, making him a prime target for gold digging elitists.

“Oh Luke, you look dashing tonight.” One of the ladies commended. Luke shot her his famous, dazzling smile, his mischievous blue eyes sparkling.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Ms. Laws.” He winked before he kept walking, past the throng of ladies. He grabbed a glass of champagne off the tray from one of the butlers and made his way over to where his friends were idly watching the party goers, acutely aware of all the eyes locked on him.  

“Luke, hey!” Michael waved him over. “It’s about time you got here, this party could use some life.” Luke smirked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m sure you’ve already got something planned for tonight, am I wrong?” Michael was known for his many disturbances during events like these. At last years gala he had been arrested for streaking across the lawn and flashing a group of girls. Of course the charges were immediately dropped. Michael’s dad was a big time lawyer, which was the only reason Michael had never been to jail despite his many offenses.

“Nah, not today. Dad’s still mad about the party last night. Said if I stepped a toe out of line he’d leave me to rot in jail.” Michael snickered, clearly not taking his father’s threat seriously at all.

‘What!” Calum smacked Michael’s arm. “So you mean we’re just stuck here all night with no plans to screw anything up?” He joked.

“Now I didn’t say we weren’t going to do anythi-” Michael paused mid-sentence, something just over Luke’s shoulder catching his eye before he hissed, “Luke, incoming.”

Not a moment later, Luke felt a dainty finger tap on his shoulder. “Hello Lucas.”

Luke turned around and was met with none other than his arch nemesis in the flesh, standing in a peach evening gown with her hair pulled back into a tight updo. “Hello Sabrina. Is the wicked witch of the west busy tonight or have you permanently taken over?”

“Very funny Lucas. I’m merely here to congratulate you.” She sighed sweetly, but Luke wasn’t buying it. She was here to mess with his head like she always did.

“Oh? And what have I done to deserve that?” He frowned as a devious smirk spread across her face.

“Your parents didn’t tell you I expect. Though, I’m sure  if they had you would have skipped town by now.” She traced her fingers up his arm, making him shiver before wrenching his arm out of her grasp.

“God, will you stop being so cryptic? What the hell are you talking about?” Luke scowled, earning laughters from the three boys standing behind him.

“Now Luke is that any way to speak to your fiancee?” She pouted. All the color immediately drained from Luke’s face, rendering his friends silent.

“F-fiancee? You must be joking!”

“They’ll be announcing it this evening. My father wants a share in your family’s company and your parents want you to have a good role model around. It’s a win win if you ask me.” She shrugged.

“No. No fucking way. It’s not going to happen. I would rather be cut off.” Luke huffed.

“Yeah, like you could live a day without any of this.” She gestured to the extravagance that littered the Hemmings household. “You wouldn’t last a day. You’re barely surviving in this lifestyle, what with all the trouble you all get into? But luckily for mommy and daddy Hemmings I’m here to tame you.” Sabrina reached out and adjusted Luke’s bowtie, before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You’re mine now Lucas.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before gliding away to mingle with her girlfriends, leaving Luke speechless.

“Bro.” Ashton muttered, the rest of them unable to form a coherent thought.

“Oh my god, you’re going to marry Sabrina.” Michael muttered. “Say goodbye to all the fun you won’t be having anymore because that girl is going to have you on a leash!”

“No. No no no no no this isn’t happening.” Luke downed the rest of his drink before stalking off to find the reason he had this problem.

Mrs. Hemmings was standing in a long blue evening gown amongst the ladies that had greeted him earlier. Taking her by surprise, he grabbed her arm causing her to let out a gasp.

“Fiancee? Are you shitting me?” Luke growled as his mother’s eyes grew wide.

“We’re not doing this right now Luke.” She spoke under her breath so that no one would hear.

“I am not marrying her no matter what you say.”

“Lucas it’s not like that. There are things you don’t understand. We’ll tell you everything later, but please don’t make a scene.”

Luke threw his hands in the air. “Of course, you’re worried about me making a scene as if that’s more important than my whole goddamn future!” He yelled and a few people turned their heads to see what all the commotion was about.

“Luke stop this right now! Please, your father and I will explain, you need to calm down.”

“No what I need is to be away from you!” He screamed turning on his heel and stomping out of the grand party.

He needed to be alone right now. Away from all the prying eyes and smirking faces that he dealt with every moment. High society life was a blessing, but there was so much more to being a part of his world that no one but him understood. Throwing open the glass doors that led to the beautiful gardens that sat in the rear of the Hemmings property, he stormed out towards the one place in the world that he could get away. One place that no one in this god forsaken city would bother him and that was the guest house. It was more of a cottage really, with it’s white walls and matching white fence that guarded its doors. It was a quaint two room cottage and Luke absolutely adored it and often came to stay in it for a few days when he didn’t want anyone to find him. Though as he approached, he saw that there was a light on inside the house. He hadn’t been out to visit it in a few weeks, and there was no way he left it on. Cautiously, he turned the handle of the front door and stepped inside the small cottage.

“Hello?” As soon as he spoke the light turned off bringing Luke to an immediate halt. “Who’s in here?” He heard a scuffling coming just to his left. It was hard to see in the dark, but he thought he could make out the form of a person creeping towards the open window. “Hey!” He called out, making the figure freeze momentarily before scrambling to open the window. “Hey stop!” Luke called out again, rushing over to catch the intruder. The figure threw the window open and had one leg climbing out of it before Luke caught up, grabbing whoever it was roughly by the waist and pulling them back into the house.

“Get off me!” The figure was wearing a black hoodie and black jeans, but Luke couldn’t yet see their face. They struggled in his grip, but Luke was stronger. He hoisted them up, their body thrashing about desperately trying to get free.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He roared.

“Let go!” The person squeaked, desperately trying to break free of his tight hold. Setting them down, Luke gripped their shoulders and spun the intruder around to face him, holding them steady. He was met with your piercing eyes and face set in a hard line. Your hair was tucked into a beanie under the black hood you wore, but a few tendrils had escaped during the struggle, peeking out from under the hat.

“You-you’re a girl?” Luke was surprised. He had expected to be faced with some manly thug, not a petite young female.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” You hissed back at him, clearly annoyed that you had been caught.

“I just didn’t think…”He stopped when you raised your eyebrows at him. “What are you doing here? Are you stealing from us? Because we don’t tolerate thieves.” He tried to come off as serious, but he was distracted. You were quite beautiful, and while usually he was quite confident, in fact, borderline cocky around most women he found beautiful this time he wasn’t quite sure how to assess the situation.

“I didn’t think anyone ever came here.” You mumbled, slightly guilty.

“So you were taking our stuff then?” He inquired. Luke completely had the upper hand here and he intended to reap the benefits.

“Just some leftover food that I found in the cupboard, I swear I didn’t take anything of extramental value!” You protested. His hand was still firmly on your shoulders, holding you in place so that you couldn’t make a run for it.

“You expect me to believe you broke into this house full of designer material and you only took some food? I don’t think so. I should be calling the cops you know.” Your eyes widened at his suggestion. “But because I’m such a nice guy, I don’t think I will.” He smirked, letting go of your shoulders.

“You’re not going to have me arrested?” You raised your eyebrows, wary of his suddenly cocky demeanor.

Luke chuckled. “No, you’re much too pretty to be sitting in jail. Besides, I can think of better uses of your time.” You sighed, rolling your eyes. The last thing you needed was to get wrapped up with this guy. He was obviously nothing but an entitled rich boy and you certainly wanted nothing to do with him, despite how good looking he may be.

“Well, thanks for looking out for me. Us humble peasants do appreciate the charity folks like yourself hand out.” You curtsied, mocking him, and he frowned.

“N-no this isn’t like that.” He stuttered, his arrogance lost for a moment.

“Sure it is!” You cut him off, suddenly fired up. “And I must say I thank you immensely. But I better be going. I have better uses for my time you know.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. You were not going to let him take advantage of you. He seemed shocked by your outburst, like he had never been spoken to in such a manner. You brushed past him, heading towards the front door, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him.

“Wait! Do you have a place to stay tonight?” You had to admit, he looked genuinely concerned

“Baby, I’ve always got a place to stay.” You lied, casting your eyes to the ground.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t need you to.” You squirmed in his grip, but he held you firm.

“Stay here tonight.”

Your eyes met his, full of surprise.“What?”

“It’s okay, no one but me comes out here so no one will bother you. You can keep the food and we’ve got lots of movies you could watch if you want. I won’t try anything I swear.” He pleaded with you, though you didn’t understand why he was so desperate for your to stay. He looked like the kind of guy that could get any girl and yet he wanted you to stay with him.

“I don’t need your help.” You protested. Although, this little house was much better than your alternative, which was a bench somewhere in the local park. You belonged nowhere, having no more family left to call your own. You felt bad asking your friends to crash on their couch night after night, so after a while you just resorted to sleeping outside until you saved enough for an apartment. You almost had enough for a down payment, but until you saved it all the park would be your permanent residence.

“C’mon, you only have to stay one night. Besides, it’s me who intruded in on you in the first place!” He joked and you gave him a wary look, debating whether or not to trust this boy. Surely there had to be something in it for him. Though as if on cue, you heard a crack of thunder outside making both of you jump. Sighing in defeat, you gave in. One night wouldn’t change your life.

“Alright, fine I’ll stay.” Luke smiled.

“Great! Uh, the bedroom is back there and it’s connected to a bathroom so you can take a shower if you want. I should have an extra tee shirt in the closet if you need something to sleep in.”

“Thank you.” You whispered. You weren’t used to such kindness, but you were convinced it was conditional. You just didn’t know exactly what he wanted yet. You headed to the bathroom to take a shower, but he yelled after you.

“Wait! What’s your name?” He asked.

“It’s Y/N.” You responded and he smiled in delight.

“I’m Luke. Luke Hemmings. Nice to meet you Y/N. I’ll just wait here, you go ahead and take a shower or whatever.”

You gave him a confused look. “You’re not going back to the other house?”

“Actually, if you don’t mind I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. It’s raining pretty hard now, and plus I already made my exit for the night. There’s no way I’m going back in that jungle.” He huffed.

“What could possibly be so bad that you would rather sleep on that little couch than go back to your luxury home?” You laughed and Luke grinned.

“Luxury suite or not, it’s a mad house over there. And I think I’d much rather stay here with a pretty girl anyways.” You couldn’t stop yourself from blushing at his comment. “Now shower up, I’ll get you something comfortable to change into.”

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Luke set out one of his old tee shirts and a pair of sweats he kept hidden here while you showered. He laid them on the bed for you before changing out of the tux he had been wearing. Pulling on larger pair of joggers, he kept his shirt off and grabbed a blanket for himself. This was nothing like him, letting a stranger sleep in his bed while he roughed it on the couch. But he had to admit, he really liked you. It was the way you were so unafraid to stand up to him, unlike most of the people who spent their time kissing up to him. It was refreshing to have someone talk back instead of agree with everything he said.

The water in the bathroom suddenly turned off, tearing him from his thoughts. The door of the bathroom was cracked open slightly, allowing steam to pour out and fill the bedroom. Luke got up to shut the door completely, but paused at your movement. Your back was facing him, small droplets of water racing down your spine. His eyes followed them down the the dimple just above your lower half which was covered by a fluffy white towel. Your wet hair hung down your back and you ran your hands through it to avoid tangles. Luke felt a lump form in his throat. Never in his life had he been so attracted to someone before, and this wasn’t the first time he had seen a naked woman. He could hear your soft voice humming a tune he didn’t recognize as you moved the towel to dry off the rest of your body, exposing your entire backside to him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt his sweats tighten slowly around him. You were absolutely stunning, more gorgeous he thought, then all of the wealthy socialites he usually hung around and slept with. Suddenly realizing that this was a major invasion of your privacy, Luke forced himself to tear his eyes from you, shutting the bathroom door softly. Oh god, he wanted you so bad. He sat back down on the bed and squeezed his eyes shut picturing you squirming underneath him, your forehead gleaming with sweat and mouth moaning his name as he pleasured you.

The creak of the bathroom door jolted him from his fantasy, and he watched as you awkwardly stepped out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around you.

“Oh, I didn’t know you would be in here, sorry I just came to grab the clothes.” You spoke timidly, fully aware that you were standing soaking wet and in nothing but a towel in front of a very attractive stranger.

“Yeah, uh, here.” Luke handed you his clothes before reaching a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. He hadn’t been this nervous to talk to a girl since he was fifteen.

“Thank you.” You walked back into the bathroom to change, emerging a few minutes later dressed in his tee shirt. It was quite large, so it fell to your mid-thigh. You handed him the sweatpants back.

“They were way too big and kept falling down so I’ll just wear the shirt.”

“Y-yeah that’s okay.” He stuttered. “Um, if you need anything I’ll be in the other room okay?” He assured. You tried not to stare at his shirtless body as you nodded, and moved to climb in bed. “I’ll be here in the morning, you can sleep as late as you want.” He gave you a small smile before he headed over to the couch in the adjacent room.

Climbing onto the large mattress, you snuggled underneath the covers grateful to finally have a warm bed, even if it was just temporary.

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Luke tossed and turned on the small couch all night. He was used to sleeping on a king sized mattress with silk sheets and feather pillows, not a couch that was smaller than he was. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing steady, trying not to think about the beautiful girl sleeping in the other room.

A piercing scream jolted him from his daze and he shot up from the couch.

“NO! NO! HELP ME PLEASE!” He heard your cries coming from the bedroom. Fear struck through him, at the thought that you were hurt as he raced in to save you. But there was no attacker in sight. Instead he saw you thrashing around in the bed, tears leaking from your eyes. You were having a nightmare, and a terrifying one by the looks of it. He rushed to your side, and tried to shake you awake. “Y/N wake up! “Wake up, it’s okay!” At the sound of his voice your eyes shot open. You sat up quickly, but you were shaking and sobbing, unable to hold it together. Luke brushed your hair from your face before pulling you in for a tight hug. “Hey, it’s okay. It wasn’t real, you’re safe here. You’re safe okay?” He stroked your hair, pulling you into his chest. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He soothed, but you were still shaking fiercely.

“N-no I, uh, it’s nothing I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“You’re okay now sweetheart. I won’t let anything happen to you.” You pushed out of his arms for a moment, craning your neck to look him in the eyes.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

Luke knit his eyebrows together, thinking about it for a moment. It had to be the mixture of this marriage being forced on him and all the stress he had been facing lately, along with how attracted he was to you. “I’ve never met someone like you before. And I like you a lot.” He tried to explain.

“Someone like me?”

“Someone who’s not afraid to tell me off. The people I’m used to wouldn’t dare correct me or deny me and you did, and I like it. It’s refreshing and I think I needed it.” He squeezed your shoulder and gave you a soft smile. “Besides, I don’t think you have any idea nor do you really care about what my last name is either, which is nice.” He chuckled and you giggled.

“I really appreciate this Luke, you don’t even know.” You mumbled.

“Hey, I’m here for you okay? Whatever you need I’m here.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, making your stomach flutter. He got up to leave, but you grabbed hold of his wrist.

“Luke wait.” He looked at you expectantly, blue eyes shining in the haze of the early morning. “You can uh, stay here if you want. That couch can’t be comfortable.”

“You want me to stay?”

“You don’t have to…” You trailed off.

“No, no I will if you want me to? Should I sleep on the floor?” He was desperate to hear you ask him to sleep in the bed with you. He needed to hear you say it before he did anything.

“Um, will  you can sleep here with me. I can scoot over, there’s plenty of room.” You patted the spot next to you. Luke smiled and walked to the other side of the bed.

“Whatever you say princess.” He climbed in the bed next to you, turning off the light. He could already hear your faint breathing as you drifted off to sleep. Cheekily, he scooted over to where you lay and wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You sighed and relaxed into him and he wrapped himself around you and whispered in your ear.

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

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