Vindictive Heir

I was brought home, reminded I had responsibilities, not only to the family but to myself. I could learn either the easy way or the hard way. The situation made me very cynical.

Having gone from relative isolation to an elite all-boys school meant I wasn’t around too many people of lesser means. I never had to struggle. I never went hungry. I never had to figure out how to get something I wanted when I didn’t have the resources.

Then, in a twist of fate, I met her. Elena Santos. She called me out and opened my eyes to a life outside my own world. When I stepped back and compared myself to any other guy, I didn’t like what I found. It grounded me. In fact, I came to agree with my grandfather, something I never would have expected to happen.

I still ended up learning the hard way. Those days would have made today seem like an afternoon spent poolside. Though that part where I sprayed down Elena was pretty good.

“Addler.” Her voice snaps me back to her. “We’re never going to finish this if I have to keep diverting your attention from my boobs.”

Even though I’m sitting here with the remnants of her blood still on my cock, I get hard in an instant.

All I can do is grin. With little warning, I scoop her up from the chair, despite her halfhearted protests, and head for the stairs.

Because, even though life became difficult, I never stopped thinking about her.