Page 64 of The Heir

He always has been.

He joined the military and climbed ranks so high he gained access to the White House and is now an advisor to the President. Has even met the queen. Man lives well, and the fact that he turns a blind eye to my families tastes gives me more respect for him because he told me before that he can tell that we're good people. And the second we stop being good people is the minute he'll sing like a canary.

We've kept each other accountable and honest all these years of our friendship. Though that's not to say our friendship hasn't had its tests.

My boy cheated on his wife after eight years of marriage, and that was something that almost cost us our friendship. I am always careful about who I let into my inner circle, and their values, but part of my values includes giving second chances. So, we sat down and had a manly heart to heartafterI knocked some sense into him. Got him to see the error of his ways, him and his wife got into counseling, and now they're going on thirteen years of marriage.

"I'm doing well, thank you. Got married last night." I step back, and eye him carefully. Looking for any sign of disingenousness in his eyes but I see none, which makes my shoulders relax. I exhale a deep breath, feeling my chest loosen with worry I wasn't even aware I was holding onto.

"Ohhh." Micah makes a deep sound in his throat and rocks back on his heels. He flits squinted eyes up my body. "And you're alive? Hm. Maybe she's not as feisty as you made her out to be."

I give him a wicked grin, and turn, placing my arm around his shoulders. "Oh boy, do I have so much to catch up with you about. But first, how's Victoria and the boys?" I listen intently as he fills me in on how his three teenaged boys are doing in school and sports while we walk side by side to the formal sitting room.

"I'm glad to hear things are going well, man." I smile as I walk to my drinks station where I pour him and I a scotch. My palm burns, forcing me to flex my hand against the tightness left over from Isobel's spanking. I bring him his drink. "You want the honest truth or do you want the nice, glazed over answer?"

Micah eyes me curiously. "Henny, you already know I want the truth. What's the deal?"

I sit back and suck in a breath, relaxing against my chair and swallow some scotch before putting it down on the coaster with a clink. Clearing my throat I tilt my head to look at him. "You can't see her because she's literally hell on fucking wheels at the moment. She's not just feisty, she's the fucking she-devil herself. I swear she's possessed with something."

I walk him through it from the beginning up until the events from this morning, leaving out the fact that she was turned on by me spanking her- based on the amount of arousal that was coating her pretty, dark pink pussy this morning.

God, I would have killed for a taste.

Fighting back my erection, I adjust myself in my seat and ignore Micah trying to stare into my soul.

"So,why did you take her and force her to marry you then if she's such trouble?"

I pause for a moment and let him see how serious I am. "I'm in love with her, Micah. That's why."

Micah whistles and leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees and pinning me with a look that has put the fear of God in many a United States enemy.

"Brother," he pauses and I watch his facial expression carefully, seeing his brow furrow slightly in his seriousness. "Inallthe years I've known you I haveneverheard you say you loved anyone." I nod, putting my ankle over my knee and grunting because he's right. I never had before. "Sooo," Micah sits back and rubs his hand down his goatee thoughtfully. "How long you going to play house with a woman who you make it seem like might attempt to kill you in your sleep one day?" He breaks out into full bodied deep laughter that does much to warm my soul.

I join him with a chuckle of my own and shake my head. "We're not playing anything, Micah. We're really married, and she's my wife in every sense of the word."

"So she's fucking you too?"

"Not exactly, I told her next time she was going to beg me for it. I'm not fucking her again until then."

He gives me a little grunt. "Well, let's not hope you're old and senile by the time you get another chance to sink your dick into someone." Micah chuckles and I shake my head on a short laugh.

"Nah, I gave her a taste so she'll start to crave it, eventually."

"Welp, sounds like you got it under control." Micah stands up. "It's been fun, my friend, but I gotta go. Got a flight to catch to Virginia."

I stand as well, taking his glass and putting it to the side. "Okay next time though, don't take so long to come visit me."

"Sure, sure. Let me just tell theleader of our free worldthat I need extra time off. See how he likes it."

We both laugh, because Micah loves his job and would never.

"Feel free to use the King Dynasty get out of jail free card if you need to."

Micah shakes his head and clasps my forearm in a tight grip. "Look man, before I go can I grab that first edition book you promised me the last time I was here?"

"Hey, you go get what you want. I have to pop into my study for your papers and I'll meet you back at the foyer in a bit to say goodbye." I hit him with a stern look. "And don't be stealing nothing from me. I got my shit organized and filed away into a database. Finally got the fucker classified as an actual library so watch your sticky fingers, brother."

We share a laugh as we walk out into the hallway, ribbing each other about the good old days when we would literally compete almost to the death to see who could get better grades. Our personal competition was so vicious that at the end of a six year streak he came on top as our high school valedictorian by a fraction of a GPA point.

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