Page 99 of The Heir

King and I walk towards the elevators where Gustavo is waiting patiently in a chair, reading a tech magazine. At our approach, he stands and keeps his face averted respectfully.

"Gustavo, alert Dennis that we're going out to dinner," King states simply, ushering me into the elevator in front of him with a hand at my back. "Where are we going?" he asks. "Is it good food at least? Tell me it's good food."

"It's some sort of Irish place, I think Tiffany was saying. Famous for their sausages."

"Pity, considering you just indulged in one." King's head tilts and his eyes roam smoothly down my outfit, making me gasp.

"Don't be a freak, King!" I admonish, placing my hand over my mouth and looking over in shock at Gustavo who's ignoring us as usual.

As we plunge down to the first floor, an awkward silence swells between the two of us. I can't help but feel like something's off with King that I can't place. Hopefully some good food and even better company will help.

Chapter twenty-two

Do I?

God, the absolute look of shock and hatred on Christopher's face when he got a taste of his own medicine, while I was busy getting a taste of my wife, is going to live rent free in my head for alongmotherfucking time.

I love when people get their just desserts.

The sky opens up right as we're walking out of King Dynasty, matching my sudden mood. Concerned for her hair, I whip off my suit jacket and hold it over her head as we rush to the car where Gustavo opens the door, allowing us to slide in smoothly.

"Oh my gosh," Isobel breathes, attempting to smooth down her hair. I readjust myself in my seat, still sporting a chubby from earlier. The woman gives amazing mouth service, and I can't wait to have her lips around me again. The sight of her covered in my cum is permanently forever seared in my brain.

"Where to?" I ask.

Taking my cell out I quickly check my emails seeing nothing of importance, other than a text from Teresa.

Hey Henny, just wanted to let you know that I'm in labor! Brad will text you when it's time to come to the hospital. It's still early so it probably won't be for another couple days. You're gunna be an Uncle!-Tee

"Shniedenhorst on grand," she says, still faffing with her hair.

"Baby, you look fine. Stop worrying."

"But is some of it curly and some of it not?" She runs her hands through the strands repeatedly. "Because some will look crazy and then the others will be straight and I don't like that."

I chuckle. "Turn so I can see." I look over, pulling her hair over her shoulder, using the action as an excuse to rub my hand down her breast where I give her a cheeky squeeze making her laugh and shrug me off. She throws a shy glance towards Dennis who, as usual, is studiously not paying attention to us.

Good, I pay him well enough that it shouldn't be that hard.

She stares out the window, and I take a second to text my sister back, speaking to Isobel as I do so.

Tee, let me know the second you're supposed to push. Uncle Henny wants to be there to welcome baby Vi. I already have her present, I got her a villa in Italy.-Henny

"Teresa's in labor," I inform her as I text, feeling more than seeing Isobel's head snap to look at me.

"Oh yeah? Is it time?"

"Mhmm." I put my phone away, reaching over to thread our fingers together. "It's time. She was about ready to pop, she went almost a week past her due date."

I'm suddenly hit by visions of Isobel pregnant with my child. I swallow hard, tasting copper. Realizing I've bitten my cheek so hard I've broken the skin.

Isobel twists her lips before glancing away. But not before I see the flush on her cheeks.

"So, do you think you'd ever want a baby, or two?" I ask, grasping for nonchalantness.

What the fuck am Ithinking?

She won't even tell me she loves me, so why am I bringing this up?

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