Page 84 of A New Era

“Between the four brothers, they own hotels, restaurants, bookmakers, and numerous businesses all over London.”

Holly pulls a face and I smother a laugh. She spends the rest of the journey with her face up to the window looking at everything we pass.

As we hit the city, I admit I take a look and find the place as cold as the weather.

Ben stops outside the hotel and it’s fancy as fuck with valets and shit. It doesn’t surprise me with the Haywards’ wealth.

I take our cases from the trunk, and we follow Ben into the hotel. We pass the reception and Ben pulls out a key card from his inside jacket pocket. In the elevator, he swipes the card and punches the button for the penthouse, and I glance sideways at Holly.

She’s so excited. It makes me feel guilty I didn’t even try to get away for a honeymoon.

The doors open and Ben is first to step out. He places the key card on a side unit and tells us, “You have the whole top floor. Living area, two bedrooms, bathroom, and ensuite. If you need anything, call down to reception. They know to be ready for you.”

“Thank you. This is… I’ve never seen anything like it, except in the movies.”

He smiles and tips his chin. Holly goes off looking around and Ben says, “Jamie Boy will meet up with you tomorrow.”

He produces a burner phone from his pocket and hands it over. “While you’re here, this is clean.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Once he’s left, I wander through the suite until I find my wife. In the bathroom, she’s sat fully clothed in the biggest tub I’ve ever seen.

“This is ridiculous,” she beams. “It’s like a small swimming pool.”

Though she’s over-excited about the size of the tub, I’m picturing her bent over the edge as I pound into her from behind.

In fact, there are a lot of places I plan on fucking her while we’re here.

“I gathered they were wealthy, but this is over the top, don’t you think?”

I help her out of the tub and pull her against me. “It’s only materialistic shit.”

“Oh I know, I couldn’t ever imagine spending more than necessary when it comes to this.”

“Considering I’m up for fucking you any time I can, I’m guessing you wanna get out and see the place?”

She runs her finger down my chest and bites down on her bottom lip.

“Considering you haven’t been inside me for nearly a day, I don’t think you’ll take long.”

“Oh really,” I grunt. “We’ll see about that.”

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If I have to spend one more minute taking photos and listening to Holly tell me the history of the city from Google, I’m going to burst my eardrums. We’re outside Buckingham Palace and Holly has taken a hundred photos of the place.

“It’s where the Queen of England lived for decades when she was in residence before she passed away, babe,” she exclaims, finding the whole thing fascinating.

“And unless I can fuck you on her bed, I ain’t interested.”

“Oh my God, keep your voice down. It’s like, blasphemy to talk like that here.”

“Babe, look around, the only people who give a shit are tourists like you.”

“Don’t you find it interesting? The royal family dates back hundreds of years.”

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