Heir to his heart

POV of Amanda

Girls are bobbing their hips along to the loud music. In the clubhouse, there is a mix of joy, freedom, excitement, and tension-sexual tension.

Except for me, everyone seemed to be content. I want to be inebriated with my woes. I notice my best friend looking on in sympathy.

Marg, I despise him. I scream, "I hate him," as I down the last of the vodka.

"Babe, just let it go. She puts her hand on my shoulder and says, "Let's enjoy this night," but I am unconsolable.

Already, tears are starting to fall from my eyes. When Margaret notices my tears, she sighs. She has probably had enough of assuring me that everything will be well.

She wants to enjoy the party, but being around me is making it impossible for her to do so. She must believe that bringing me here in the first place was a tremendous mistake. I understand that she suggested a party to lift my spirits, but I am pitiful. No

I burp and wipe my tears away with the back of my hand as I say, "I will deal with him when we next see him."

"I will no longer bear his children. I continue to belch while saying, "I won't.

"Didn't I already tell you to forget about him? She seems irritated to me.

She is speaking to me in a tone that astounds me. To finally forget about Cameron by tomorrow, I just want to talk about him all night. Why won't she simply comprehend?

Marg asked, "Are you yelling at me? I indicate her chest with my index finger. Marg shakes her head as she yanks me close to her.

She rocks my body to hers like a baby and murmurs in my ears, "I just want you to hear me because of the loud music." She uses her thumb to wipe away my last few tears.

"No worries, baby. Do you realize how much I adore you?

I nod as I let go of the hug. I suddenly rise up and sway because I'm starting to feel pressured. Marg rises to assist me and prevent a tumble.

Asking "Where are you going?"

I respond, "I need to urinate."

Marg offers, "Let me go with you."

"No," I reply with a laugh. I'll return immediately. I break out of her grip.

The question Are you sure?"

I nod, Yep," and stutter off to the restroom. I see a guy wink at my companion, and I know she'll make the most of the brief window of time before I return.

My eyes are getting smaller, and I'm having trouble finding the restroom. I am aware of my inebriation. To improve my vision, I touch the back of my right hand to my eyes. I notice that the restroom is some distance away.

You're fucked, Cameron. I scream, "I hate you," placing both of my hands on the walls to bring me to the narrow hallway going to the restroom.

I'm attempting to maintain balance as I walk while my legs are trembling. I nearly lost it in anger. The restroom door is in front of me when I finally manage to get up while feeling exhausted. I use my left leg to nudge the door open and step inside.

A guy comes out of the second toilet just as I am about to zip down my skirt to make it easier for me to rapidly urinate. Additionally, he is zipping up his pants.

When he recognizes me, he exhibits shock.

I asked, "What are you doing here? I questioned him.

I asked, "What are you doing here? He also demands

Looking at him, I wonder why he's in the female restroom rather than the male.

He sneers, "You seem inebriated," and walks over to the mirror to wash his hand.

His comment has harmed me.

"How dare you call me drunk? I furiously pursued him.

I was getting drunk to help me forget how Cameron had deserted me for a party girl. I'm in a restroom with a man who is calling me a drunk, and drinking isn't helping me forget.

My yell seems to have shocked the man. He turns and lowers his arms. The question, "Aren't you drunk?"

Naturally not," I snort.

He gives a soft giggle before turning around to finish washing his hands so he can go.

I call him a "pervert". "I know you are in here because you want to see the underwear of all the girls who come in here," the woman said.

"Will you please shut the hell up? He growls indignantly at me. His eyes start to turn crimson, and I start to tremble in terror. I'm afraid of authoritative tones. He gives me a long, stern look before approaching.

When I start to take a step back after recognizing his menacing expression, he is just a few feet away from me.

I jerked my back against the wall and opened my eyes wide, my heart thumping furiously. I study his features, taking note of his wavy black hair, pink lips, mustache, and sharp, pointed nose. He appears both dashing and dangerous.

That's the kind of guy I like, which is why I really liked Cameron.

I shiver as the man's breath fanning my neck snaps me out of my trance. He whispers while bringing his mouth up near my ears.

"Are you sure I'm not a pervert?"

I'm getting sober now. I feel uneasy and shake my head.

He stops talking, and I spit and glance up at the door to see what is written above it. When she realizes that I am in the incorrect restroom-the men's-I squeak a quiet gasp.

"You just called me a pervert, didn't you? I shake my head once more as I look at him.

He ties his tie neatly, and I watch as he walks away, beaming. He moves in closer and whispers in my ear, "I can get any woman I want with my charms. "You are accepting. Stop staring at me; I know you find me attractive.

He approaches the door with grace. I stop him before he can leave since I'm starting to feel sober once more.

"I didn't look at you. In addition, I don't find you attractive. My lover is much more attractive. You don't need to be so sure that you can get any girl you want, including me.

I ignore the thumping in my chest as I roll my eyes. He is too self-assured about his appearance, and I don't want him to think I find him appealing because I find such men difficult to acknowledge my feelings for.

"Really?" He grins.

"Yes."

He makes his way slowly back to where I am.

"You won't be staring at me that way if your partner is more attractive. In addition, what are you doing alone and wasting time here? In front of me, he folds his arm. He appears to like doing that.

"Who told you that I am here alone? I fake happiness while I chuckle.

He says, "If you were with your boyfriend, you wouldn't be this wasted."

I stopped talking. I'm unsure of how to respond to him. I can no longer speak.

I inquire as I go out of his line of sight. A: "Are you a psychologist? He only grinned.

I feel his eyes on me as I turn to use the restroom to urinate.

****

POV of Derek

I am waiting for her in the same location.

Already, my imagination is out of control. I see this as a chance to get laid and to live out a fantasy of mine about having sex in the bathroom. Additionally, I want to show the girl that I can get any girl I want because my charms are always working.

After two weeks of relentless work, my only goals for attending the party were to get laid and unwind for the evening.

She notices me standing in the same spot when she exits the restroom.

When I speak, she is going to speak.

Why don't I kiss you to show that you don't find me attractive?

"What?" She scoffs and declares Do I strike you as some cheap slut?

"No. I can see she lied, but I just want to make sure you aren't drawn to me, as you stated. She thinks I'm pretty. I am confident that she has never seen a man as attractive as me. However, she didn't want me to be aware of that.

When I put my hand on her waist and then, a minute later, put my lips on hers, she had not yet recovered from the shock of my inquiry.

I kissed her gently and heard her gasp. She is startled, and I can see that her eyes are wide open. Her heart is also thumping twice as fast as it should. I'm also looking straight ahead because I want to see her face.

I know what she is thinking. She is shocked to find herself kissing another man only one day after splitting with her previous partner. She believes that she is betraying him. Other than her first boyfriend, she has never kissed anyone else. It feels weird to kiss another man who is also me. I can tell all this from the look on her face.

I treat her with respect. She screams and closes her eyes as I nip at her bottom lip, blissfully forgetting that she's trying to hide her feelings from the man in front of her.

Her left leg is raised as I close my eyes and run my hand down her thigh. She screams again. I move her to the slab while continuing to kiss her, setting her back in front of the big mirror. As I get out of my shorts and pants, I continue to kiss her.

I stop kissing her and help her take off her dress as well.

Should I leave?

She anticipates and nods vigorously.

I know it's time to let go of the past and start fulfilling the sexual fantasies and needs I've been denying myself for a long time as I enter her.

I haven't had sex in a long time.

****

Derek's POV

The elevator dings open and I move out of the elevator with my secretary trailing behind him. My phone is glued to my ears and my mouth is moving. I am on a call with a client.

I am not just the CEO of Salespush Textile Ltd but also one of the youngest billionaires in America. I own chains of businesses all over New York, New Jersey, Las Vegas, and even in China. I am the only heir to my father who is also a billionaire.

"We will meet next week, Mr. Alexander. I'll ask my secretary to book the appointment." I finalize as I keep walking towards my office.

"Alright, thank you", I utter and disconnect the call, after hearing what the person on the other side said to me.

It is just 11 am and I have attended two business meetings already....one of the meetings was within the company and the other was outside the company. I am just coming back with my secretary, Chloe whose hand is filled with lots of files. She isn't looking happy because of loads of work to do before the close of the day.

"Get the work done and bring them to my office as soon as possible, Chloe", I stop walking and instruct her before opening my office door.

Chloe nods and walks to her own office in the opposite direction.

I heave a sigh of relief as I enter my office. I am damn tired already.

It's been three months since I last had a good time. Loads of work are having a toll on me already. Just the day before, I was feeling feverish.

When I stroll close to my seat, I slump in it and twirl the chair around after letting go of my coat.

I know this is what it takes to keep maintaining my position as the youngest billionaire in New York and one of the youngest billionaires in America and this is what I will keep doing. I don't want to disappoint my father who thinks I can't maintain this position without his help.

I am always attending business meetings upon meetings, strategizing new ways to move my business forward, and thinking of new ideas to invest in as well as establishing new companies in different parts of the world. I am already dominating America and China, while India and the Philippines are my next target areas. I have a big dream and I am willing to achieve them all, no matter what it takes and how long it will take me.

The chair stops twirling and I open my laptop to begin work as always. The last time I went to a party with Richard, I knew I won't have time for such again for the rest of the year and the next time I will go to a party might be in a year. My work doesn't give me the time to enjoy or have fun, I am always working, even while at home.

I am going through some files online when I hear a knock on the door.

I look up and say. "Come in."

The door opens and Rose walks in graciously. The door opens again and Chloe, my secretary, bursts in.

"I told her not to come in, sir", Chloe explains, breathing heavily.

"It's ok. You can go." I tell her. She nods and gives Rose a cold glare before walking out.

"Hello to you, Derek", Rose smiles and walks up to me.

"What are you doing here, Rose?" I ask with all seriousness. I have a lot to do and her presence will distract me.

"I came to see you, baby boy", she rounds the table and stops right in front of my desk. "How is my baby doing?" She touches my mustache. I hit her hand away in annoyance.

"I thought I told you off last time. And how many times have I told you not to barge into my office the way you like?"

"Well, I knocked before coming in, didn't I?" She flashes me a smile.

I watch her carefully. Her lips are painted red. She is wearing blue long sleeves with a black skirt that is way too short. I know what she is here for.

To seduce me as always.

I have never seen Rose with a dress above her knee. She is always in dresses that barely cover her thighs and buttocks whenever she bends down.

"Get out," I order.

"What?"

I gaze at her, wondering why she finds my order surprising. This isn't the first time I will ask her out. "I said get out, Rose. I'm busy."

"I know you are busy. I can wait for you or come back later", her voice is low. This is her trick. She knows how to get me.

"Don't wait. Just go."

"Really?"

"Really. Rose, please excuse me." I am trying to control my anger. She is becoming unbearable.

"What if I don't want to excuse you?" She folds her arms, looking defiant and ready to dare me to throw her out.

"I'm going to have to call the security if you don't....." I am cut short by her next action.

She unbuttons her shirt, showing her cleavage. Her boobs are big and she bends down a little to give me a clear view. She brings her tongue out to lick her lips. I find the action arousing.

"You were saying something, Derek." She jerks me out of my reverie.

"Uhmm, yes. I asked you out." I mumble, trying to compose myself. I can feel my erect bulge already.

"Oh!" She stands upright. "Alright", she picks up her bag which she dumped on the seat opposite me. I didn't notice she came in with the bag.

"I'll see you around then." She swings her hips as she cat-walk to the door.

The night with that girl at the club three months ago woke up something dead in me. My sexual urges have been back since then and it is stronger now. I find myself having sex with any girl that I can find.

What I do is ask Richard to bring a girl to my suite for a one-night stand and I will dump her the next day but ever since the night with Rose, she keeps coming back for more. She had made my fantasies of having sex in the office come true.

I am too aroused to think of my ego right now so I call her back. "Wait."

I see the smirk on her face. Her trick has worked. She is gradually becoming a thing around my neck.

'Well, I have nothing to lose. When I am tired of her, I will dump her', I say inwardly.

She turns around slowly. "Did you call me back?"

"Stop being sarcastic and yes, I called you," I growl in irritation.

I stand up and she runs into my arms.

"I knew it. I know you can't resist me." She becomes giddy in excitement.

I am tempted to push her away to prove to her that I can resist her but I am damn horny, all thanks to her. I have to swallow my pride to get what I want. She is a beautiful woman but I feel nothing for her.

"You are always here when I need you", I say instead and kiss her. She moans loud and quickly unbuttons her shirt. Our lips move in sync and with urgency. She is a wild girl.

When her clothes are off, I turn her around so she will face the table. I begin to realize my fantasy again with her as our moans fill the room for more than half an hour.

****

POV of Amanda

"Amanda, will you be my date tonight?" Tony interrogates me. I blink numerous times at him as several ideas cross my head.

I am still working on moving past my ex-boyfriend. Since he broke up with me, I've avoided seeing him since I didn't want to. I want to see him right now, even if it's just once, so I can ask him for a real explanation for breaking up with me.

I gave him my heart, my body, and my soul. I truly loved him, yet all he did was tear my heart to pieces. I'm still working on putting my broken heart back together and picking up the pieces. I'm hopeful it will get better someday.

The anguish is being brought back by Tony asking me out. Even though Cameron and I split up three months ago, it still seems like yesterday. This is because my heart still feels raw from the injury.

I'm at a loss for words with Tony. I don't want him to have a false impression of me. I had declined his request to be his girlfriend. Is it true that I am his girlfriend if I agree to go on this date? I am aware that I am not prepared for a new relationship. It's too soon.

Marg yells, "Amanda," jolting me out of my daydream. He is asking me this question as we are seated in the school cafeteria, following lunch.

I informed Marg that I would be skipping the remaining classes after lunch because I had been feeling under the weather since I arrived at school this morning.

"Okay, Tony." I give in at last. He glows with delight, and Marg applauds.

I say out loud to his ear, "But I'm still not your girlfriend." As I said, his body is relaxed. He swiftly covered up his hurt expression with a smile.

"It's ok. We'll proceed cautiously.

I say, "Okay," and get up. Marg follows suit as I throw my schoolbag over my shoulder and prepare to leave for home. I wonder why I'm starting to feel lightheaded once more, much like I did earlier today before my first lesson.

"We shall move forward, Tony. Regards for the meal. Marg thinks highly of him.

He responds with a broad smile and says, "My pleasure. He is quite delighted and looking forward to tonight.

I give him a "bye, Tony," and we both head out the door with Marg.

"Okay, Amanda. He yells after us, "I'll come get you when it's time.

I turn around and give him a beautiful grin as I nod.

Marg murmurs, "I'm going to skip class too," as we make our way to the campus gate. I'm going to call a cab.

I object, "You don't need to.

She says it with a firm "I'll take you home" attitude.

I give my friend a grateful smile. I have been wondering if my recent return to exercise after a three-month hiatus must be the cause of my fever and lightheadedness. After the breakup, I stopped working out, and I only started it up again the day before.

"Someone has a date tonight. Marg sings, "Someone's going to be someone's girlfriend."

It's just a date, Marg. In addition, it's too soon; I'm not prepared. Just three months had passed.

Is it not enough to grieve over spilled milk after three months? She asks while widening her eyes.

It seems premature to me.

"Calm down, honey; just go with the flow and see what happens. I want you to enjoy this evening. Remember how you last had fun three months ago?

I recall what transpired and the sexual encounter I had with the stranger, telling her, "That was a disaster."

"Disaster, indeed." Marg chuckles. "Because you were hit,"

I pleadingly ask her to quit making fun of me. Every time she discusses it, I feel uneasy.

She remarks, "I wonder why you don't like talking about that night.

I confess, "Because I'm not proud of it."

"What?" As Margaret removes her car keys from her bag and dangles them, she chuckles. You got laid the second day after breaking up with someone, and you're not proud of that? If you're not proud of it, then I'm really proud of you, baby girl. It's something to be proud of.

"Whatever."

Margaret gives me the "whatever" look as she rolls her eyes.

We both chuckle. We arrive at the parking area and locate Margaret's vehicle.

"You know Tony will be so happy if you accept him?"

I retort, "Shut up and let's go."

I almost fell to the ground as another wave of vertigo swept over me, but I held onto the car handle. I firmly grasp it and close my eyes. Marg is already in the car when I open it, closely examining me.

The question is, "What is it, Amanda?"

I want to respond, but nothing is being said. I find myself slipping to the ground and losing consciousness the second I close my eyes once more.

****

I feel a hand gripping mine when I awaken.

Mary is here.

Margaret is seated next to the bed and is beseeching me. She sits up straight as she sees my eyes open.

She answers the phone, "Amanda".

Another voice says, "My daughter". My mother is on the opposite side of the bed at this point, I realise. I carefully turn to see my mother's emerald gaze. With the exception of my red hair, I resemble her exactly.

I slowly scream out, "Mom."

She grabs me by the bedside and says, "You scared us." I can tell how emotional she is when she draws away.

My mom is an emotional but strict woman. She has been working nonstop to keep food on the table and ensure that I attend school ever since my father passed away.

"What just happened, mom?" I ask inquisitively.

She tells me that "you lost consciousness".

I nod as I reflect on what transpired. I whirl around to face Margaret. She rubs my hand once more while grinning at me.

I was really terrified.

What was the doctor's comment? I brush off her remark and grimace in discomfort because I'm still feeling feverish.

Margaret responds, "He did a test on you, but he hasn't told us what it is.

"I'm hoping it's nothing major. She taps my forehead and says, "I can't afford to lose you.

"I'll be fine, mom," I reassure her.

We pause, and I look at mom, thinking everything is okay with me. If it turns out to be a terminal illness, I know my mother will be devastated. I have yet to determine what entering might be.

The doctor is here.

My mother abruptly stands up and says, "Doctor."

The doctor smiles at me and says, "You are awake. In response, I nodded. "Good."

"Hope everything is good." The doctor, who is still grinning, is asked by my mother.

He beams broadly and says, "It's good news."

I look at Margaret as well. My mom continues to anticipately gaze at the doctor. Even before the doctor announced the good news, it was clear from the smile on his face that it wasn't something bad.

What's the good news, I wonder?

Your daughter is three months along. Congratulations!" said the doctor.

What?" We all cried out in surprise.