Page 103 of Heir of Fire
“He cares about you. A lot. To the point where he was the first person in those seats and his eyes didn’t leave you once, not while you were on that stage dancing,” he said. “I still want to get together so I can get to know him better, but I’m not opposed.”
Gianna was beaming. She knew that her father would love Finn if he just gave it a chance. “Of course. We have the whole summer now, so we can make it happen.”
Allister came over, wrapping an arm around his father’s shoulders. “Let’s go to dinner. I’m starving.”
“We have a lot to celebrate,” Federico said.
Gianna could only nod as Finn came over, grabbing the flowers from her and holding her hand. They did have a lot to celebrate. A lot to heal from too. Yet, despite everything that happened, she wouldn’t have changed it for anything.
Not a single moment.
FORTY-SIX
FINN
TWO MONTHS LATER
Finn was still getting usedto the new route he drove with his bike, FiFi, but to be fair he had only moved into the apartment two weeks ago. It was still close to everything—everything being the Grand Willow campus, the house he used to live in, and Luna’s house, but it was still a different ride.
The summer nights were warm enough to the point where he drove without a jacket. Gianna would complain about the wind on his skin and how damaging it could be, but he liked when she fussed over him. It was refreshing.
He pulled into the apartment’s garage, which really was an undeserving name for such a space. Sure, most of the people that lived there just parked their cars there, but he managed to get a private room where he could also work on his bikes and cars during the evenings when he got home from the office. He turned the bike off and dismounted, hanging the helmet up on the wall beside Gianna’s pristine white one.
Finn closed the garage behind him and entered the private elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. Within seconds he was there, entering the apartment to see the sun setting throughthe huge floor to ceiling windows that covered the living room. Light cream couches sat in front of them, but so did a huge flat screen TV—they had managed to compromise.
He climbed up the stairs by the kitchen to the room where he heard music coming from. Gianna sat in her pink robe in front of her vanity, singing loudly to whatever song was playing. When he first brought up them moving in together all those months ago, she was hesitant about leaving the mansion for less space. It was shocking that had been her only complaint about moving in with him. However, once he found this place, he showed her the room he wanted to make into her closet and vanity area, and she jumped on the idea immediately. Now she had most of her clothes, shoes, and purses, and space to do her hair and makeup all in one place.
He stood by the door frame, watching as she applied the blush to her cheeks. Her eyes found him through the mirror, and she screamed, holding a hand to her chest.
“Fuck, Finn! You could have knocked. You scared me,” she said, turning around to face him.
He grinned, walking into the room. “You were having a performance; I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“I sounded good, didn’t I?” she asked, raising a brow.
“Next popstar level.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Are you almost ready to go?”
“Just about. I have to get dressed. What about you? You can’t go to a fight like that,” she said, looking at him up and down.
Finn shrugged. He was still wearing the slacks and button up from earlier, but it wasn’t appropriate attire for a fight. Especially not when he was the one doing the fighting. It wasn’t a serious fight or anything, but it had been a long time, and he wanted to let loose a little bit.
“I’ll change in two seconds,” he said. “You take much longer than I do, princess.”
“Well, you can’t rush perfection,” she said, standing.
She dropped her robe, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. No, perfection couldn’t be rushed. Gianna was a goddess, and he was helplessly devoted to worshipping her no matter what.
He eyed every inch of her body, from her nipples that stood rigid from the cold air conditioning to the perfectly trimmed pussy that sat between her legs. Finally, he managed to drag his eyes back up to her face where she wore an innocent grin.
“Have I ever told you you’re the most magnificent person I have ever met, princess?” he asked, approaching her.
“You have, but it never hurts to hear,” she said. “Now, I should probably get dressed.”
He nodded, extending his hand to trail it up her thigh. He found her pussy, slipping his fingers through her slick slit before he found her clit. She closed her eyes, letting out a breathy moan. “Yeah, you should probably get dressed.”
Gianna reached down, palming his hardening dick through his slacks. “But also, we could probably spare a few minutes.”
He grinned. “I think so.”
