Page 39 of Vows In Corruption

I can’t act on my attraction to her. Nothing can come from my knowledge of her or how she makes my dick twitch without even touching me.

It’s what is best. I can’t have a woman get in the way of something I worked so hard for.

With the information that Dante sent, I got what I needed anyway. Ms. Vincent isn’t attached to anyone that may want to bring me down, so she is trustworthy. Now she just has to work her way up to the level of having one hundred percent of my trust. Just because her report came back clean, doesn’t mean I trust her full yet. Things can arise.

Walking off the elevator and through the lobby, my mind shifts away from my new assistant, to the kid running full force in my direction.

Sometime in the next couple of years, Drake is going to stop getting excited whenever he sees me. He’s going to become the typical teenager and not want to hang out with his uncle like he does now. He’ll be just like his siblings.

It’s life, but just because it’s life doesn’t mean that I like the idea of my nephew growing up.

“Can we get ice cream?” Is what Drake ask instead of a greeting.

I ruffle his hair, just as dark as mine, before responding. “Only if you ate all of your lunch and you listened to Henry.”

“I did.” He looks up at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

My eyebrow raises a bit not believing him, so I turn to Henry for confirmation.

The old man gives me a nod. “He even cleaned his room without having to bribe him.”

“Your brothers have to learn from you.” I say looking back down at Drake.

The kid laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the whole world. “That will never happen.”

One day it will and Drake is going to be surprised beyond belief.

“Let’s go. You have school tomorrow and we can’t spend all night at the museum.”

Thankfully he doesn’t argue and he starts walking toward the main door.

As we are about to leave the building, I feel as if there is eyes on me, so I turn to see who is the one staring at me now.

To my surprise, I find no other than Ella, coming off the elevator with a small smile on her face as she watches me, my nephew and Henry walk out of the building.

She must have caught the fact that I turned because her eyes go from looking over at Drake to looking me in the eyes. For a split second, she looks slightly embarrassed that she was caught looking at me but the embarrassment is gone as quickly as it appeared and replaced with a real smile while she send a wave in my direction.

That’s when I realized that pushing away my attraction for this woman is going to harder than I thought. Just a small damn wave and I want to be as pussy-whipped as Dante is.

I wave back and make my way out of the building before I do something absolutely insane, like cross the lobby just to be near her.

Fucking hell.

What the actual fuck happened to me this morning? A meet a woman and only a few hours later is all that mind what’s to think about? I think my therapist is going to be getting a call because this isn’t me. It has never been and I’m sure as hell never going to be.

I’m able to push any thought of Ella out of my mind for the majority of the drive to the museum, but when Drake mentions his call with his siblings and them coming come for the weekend like I predicted, I’m reminded of her again.

More so, I’m reminded of the idea I had when Ella was telling me about her sister.

“Henry.” I call from the back seat of the Rolls Royce to Henry who’s in the driver seat.

“Yes, sir?”

“Has the Lane Foundation filled all their Saint Christopher scholarships for the year yet?”

The look he gives me through the rear view mirror tells me that he know that I am up to something. Especially handling the foundation is usually something that I don’t do.

That foundation was met mother’s baby right next to her two sons, so when it came to running it, I handed everything over to Henry. I couldn’t do it. I still can’t. Sure, I will attend a charity function here and there, but I can’t run my mother’s baby.

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