Page 4 of After-Hours Heir

Baby: No, usually I do. I don’t engage in months’ worth of conversations only to type out fantasies I could just as easily be living.

She couldn’t hear any of this in the voice she’d created for him, and she didn’t understand it.

In her mind, it felt hard now. Had an edge.

She didn’t fantasize about him having an edge.

Kid: In deference to your power, why don’t I get on my knees and serve you?

Christos Onassis had not taken himself in hand so many times since he was a green boy. And yet he found himself chasing his release as he read the words coming in fast on his computer screen.

This was an anomaly. An atrocity.

A…

He pictured a woman he did not wish to imagine. With her wild, riotous, intrusive red hair a mess falling all around her shoulders as she knelt before him, her angry eyes looking up at him. He didn’t mean to imagine it, and perhaps that was why it was so damned hot. Perhaps it was why all of this was.

Christos was denied very little in life. At least at this stage. He had wealth and power, he was tall, and had the kind of good looks that guaranteed him access to any woman’s bed he wanted to be in. After a childhood of fighting for survival, all of this ease verged on boring.

He’d lost his phone after a publishing event—which he’d found mind numbing—had spent far too long locating it, and had been in a rage when he finally had. Then he’d had seen that outgoing text. Out of uncharacteristic curiosity, he’d sent another one directly to that number.

It had felt like a harmless diversion. And so had all of it, really. He hadn’t expected this anonymous exchange of thoughts and ideas to turn into this. A sexual relationship that was taking place without them ever having exchanged photos.

Something that was dangerous, in his opinion, because of moments like this.

When it was so easy to imagineher.

Defiant, until she got to her knees before him to give him everything he wanted.

His release was hot, sudden. Powerful.

If he paused to consider the absurdity of this, he might feel shame. But he didn’t find himself absurd, and he never felt shame.

It always felt so real and vivid when they talked. It was only afterward that it felt too quiet and she felt distant.

Kid: Did that work for you?

She sent that with a winking emoji. She was truly so… He didn’t know what to make of it. Of them. She didn’t know who he was, and that made her treat him completely differently than anyone else ever treated him.

She had no idea who he was, how rich, how tall.

Though he’d told her he was powerful. And she’d laughed at him.

Baby: It nearly killed me.

He had no reason not to be honest. It was a rare thing. To just speak to someone like this, without any investment in hiding a part of himself.

Hecouldmeet her.

It would ruin things.

She would know who he was. As the owner of RedMedia and one of the richest men on earth, his image was quite recognizable.

And it wasn’t a very good image. Not that it made women want him less. He was dangerous, forbidden in an era when so many wanted to believe they despised the wealthy, when in truth they simply wanted to be among them.

He didn’t do relationships. He didn’t sleep with the same woman twice. They’d been doing this for months, and if he brought it into the physical realm she would be subject to the rules of his life, and he found he had no appetite for that at all.

Kid: You really are so powerful, Baby.