Page 55 of Heir of Corruption


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“Let’s go get bagels,” she says.

“Bagels.” I chuckle. Of course.

I leave the room, trying to give her some space so that she can get dressed without my eyes locked on her. I had enough strength not to look last night when the robe fell open, but I can't trust myself to do that again.

She walks out wearing these super tight jeans that look amazing on her. She’s got a simple white sweater and some white sneakers on. Grabbing her phone, she stuffs it into her little black backpack and says she’s all set to go check things out.

“I’d better get ready then,” I say, heading into the bedroom.

A short time later, we step out onto the streets of New York. I'm hit by an array of sounds, colors, and smells that fill me with energy. Next to me, wrapped in my arm, Seraphina is a ball of excitement. I watch as her gaze darts from the cars to the buildings, scanning every coffee shop and staring at the fashion people have worn.

“Where do you want to go?” I ask.

She shrugs, pouting her bottom lip.

“Alright, then I shall take you somewhere.” I trail my hand down her back, letting it rest on the arch above her ass. I love the way it feels beneath my touch.

We walk along the main street outside of the hotel, and I select the most New York-style cafe I can find. Leading her inside with me.

I order us each a bagel and a coffee. And then sit with her by the window, looking out onto the street.

“I can’t believe how differently they dress to us. And the food in the restaurant windows doesn’t even look like home. Everything is so strange.”

I chuckle. “Good strange, I hope?”

“Yep!” she exclaims with enthusiasm.

“How are you feeling?” I wonder as I stare down at her.

"I'm thrilled to finally be here. It's a bit surreal, though; I've imagined this moment for most of my life." She gives me a once-over. "It's not quite how I envisioned it, but I've always pictured coming to New York. And now that I'm here, it's like no time has passed from when I first decided to come to this moment right now."

Strangely, I know exactly what she means. I have also wanted to come here my whole life. And as a young boy, I knew I would. The space between that young boy making that choice and me here today - seems minuscule.

“I guess that is why they tell us to enjoy the journey as much as the destination.”

We enjoy our breakfast by the window, watching the people come and go.

When we stand up to leave, Seraphina slips her arm through mine and leans close to me. She seems to love being here, but she clearly feeling a little overwhelmed with all of it. So, she is giving me the control to take the lead and make all the choices, while she trusts me and just follows. I quite like this. Her handing her choices over to me. I feel as though this is how it should be.

In the late afternoon, after a few hours of exploring New York, I receive a call from Rebecca. They need me to come into a meeting before reading the will. They want to establish who I'm. I guess all I'm required to do is to show up, show face, and stand my ground.

Rebecca warned me it might get a little challenging, as some of the family members are very against me being here.

Seraphina and I head back to the hotel and I let her know I won’t be gone for too long. I would prefer if she did not go out without me, but I know I can’t ask that of her. She is going to be startinga life here soon, and as much as I want to control her, it's not realistic.

She pulls out some books that she purchased at a corner bookshop we found when we were exploring and settles down on the sofa to read for a while. I stare at her for a moment. What is it about her that has me so captivated?

“I’ll let you know when I'm on my way back.” I lean down and kiss her.

She reaches up and pulls me closer, kissing me more intimately, and now I don’t want to leave anymore. I low growl leaves my lips when she pulls away. “I hope everything goes well with your meeting.” She smiles.

“You are a temptress, my angel.” I brush my hand across her cheek.

“I'll be back soon.”

Sitting at the boardroom table at a New York office building high rise, I'm biting my tongue.

We have been here for two hours. People are standing, yelling, throwing accusations, and all-round being disrespectful.

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