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The tragedy is that my father truly believes he’s given me the best start in life, just as he truly believes that what he’s threatening to take away is in any way valuable. The reality, of course, is that his bargaining chips hold no value at all for me. Not only will I remain an obscenely wealthy man even without my inheritance, but I just don’t give a shit about the trappings he’s attempting to use as leverage.
One could argue that Richard Kingsley’s toxic parenting style has lost him a sonandan empire, but he never really had the former. I was a figurehead: the golden boy, the successor to his legacy.
This may be the end of the story for Kingsley Hotels, but it’s the beginning of a new chapter for me and Jamie.
And I can’t wait for it to start.
God knows, I’m far prouder to be known as Jamie Kingsley’s father than Richard Kingsley’s son.
CHAPTER 49
Sophia
Ethan braces on one arm, staring deeply into my eyes as he tenderly rakes my hair off my face. Being the focus of this man’s attention is always quite something, but being the focus of his attention when he’s buried deep inside your body is a whole other level.
We’re in his bed. His bags are packed and standing by the front door. Tomorrow morning, he’ll grab Jamie from Elena’s and they’ll fly halfway around the world.
‘Fuck.’ He shakes his head. ‘I can’t believe I’m about to walk away from this.’
‘You mean you can’t believe you’re about to walk away fromme.’
He grins. ’That too.’
‘Some things are more important than getting your rocks off, babe. Like making amazing memories with your son. And if he can do without his new PC for three months, you can do without me.’
‘Tell that to my dick,’ he groans, and I laugh.
‘It’s not about the sex.’ He eases slowly out of me, and my fingers flex on his shoulders, willing him to get back inside me.
‘I know.’ I whisper it.
‘I’ll miss you so much. You light me up.’
He pushes back in, and my eyes fill with tears. There’s nothing like knowing he’ll soon be ten thousand miles away to add a serious emotional punch to what is already excellent sex.
‘I’ll miss you too,’ I manage brokenly. ‘But you’ll find a million things to light you up over there. I know you will.’
‘God, please don’t cry, sweetheart.’ He lowers himself fully down, wrapping his arms around me and pressing all that delicious weight onto me. ‘I can’t bear it. I love you so much.’
I respond by holding on for dear life and rolling my hips as much as I can as he thrusts into me. He’s already made me come with slow, beautiful licks of his tongue, but the second orgasm is igniting inside me, driven as much by my love for him as by his magical dick. He’s above me, inside me, all around me, blotting out everything that isn’t him.
He kisses me as he makes love to me, slowly, languorously. He’s not edging himself or me like he used to; instead it feels as if he’s savouring every moment. Committing it all to memory.
I’m not scared about Ethan going off and changing his mind about us. I’m not scared that our relationship won’t survive three months apart.
I’m just scared of spending ninety days and nights away from him.
He’s apologised a million times for the fact that he won’t be inviting me out to join him and Jamie at any point, but the truth is that I’d push back if he did. He needs this. Jamie needs this. Elena is due to meet them for a week halfway through, a move I’m more than on board with. I can’t imagine how much she’ll miss her son, and I honestly applaud her for giving Ethan her blessing. It can’t have been easy for her, and it definitely wasn’t something she was obliged by the custody agreement to do. Quite the opposite.
I pull Ethan’s head down and find his mouth. There’s something so intimate about having his tongue inside my mouth at the same time as his dick. I can’t get enough; I want him to consume me completely.
Finally, when I can’t withstand the onslaught a second more, I fall apart around him.
And I sob the whole way through it.
After a monthof enduring my moping, Athena drags me out for a heart-to-heart. It’s an early dinner in Victoria, because tonight she’s dragging Gabe to watch her favourite show,Hamilton, at the Palace.
‘I can’t believe you’re going to see it again,’ is how I greet her. She looks fucking amazing as always, in a long, olive green silk dress that offsets her gorgeous hazel eyes and auburn hair. She really is one of the most genetically blessed people I’ve ever encountered.
