Page 58 of Heir of Fire
“That’s it?” she asked.
“We have dinner plans,” Finn said. “And you now have forty minutes to finish getting ready.”
“Fuck the dinner.” Gianna grinned, pulling him back in for another kiss. “Order room service."
“I’m taking you out for our first date. Room service can be saved for the next one.” He gave her one more chaste kiss before pulling away, adjusting himself in front of her. “I need to get out of here, you’re addicting.”
“Seems like your problem,” she said, closing the door to the bathroom.
He leaned his head against it, taking in a deep breath. Horrible thoughts. That’s what he needed. Horrible, disgusting thoughts to help him get rid of the boner that was begging for Gianna almost as much as he was.
He walked to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. His phone was on the counter, a text from Augustus on the screen. He opened it, shaking his head when he saw the picture of a sleeping Cecilia and Augustus right beside her.
Augustus
I owe you my fucking firstborn.
I think I’m okay without it. I hope she’s alive.
She decided to take a nap after hours of screaming at me.
Seems fitting. Enjoy your night.
There was no explanation for his best friend. None.
He made his way back into the guest bedroom, finally getting dressed in the charcoal suit he had purchased for the occasion. Surprisingly, he didn’t have a suit just sitting around in his closet like the other assholes he knew. He threw on his shoes and sprayed himself with his signature cologne.
Gianna seemed to enjoy it because she was always taking whiffs of it when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. He always caught it, though. That was why he’d repurchased it.
He pushed back his hair, keeping it messy but controlled. He wasn’t the type to do the slick back look. It never looked right on him. The untamed look was always what had suited him the best.
He passed by the full body mirror, stopping abruptly when he saw himself completely. Finn looked every bit like what he had always wanted to be: the Kingsley Don. He looked confident, strong, and menacing. The man staring back at him was the person that his father had wanted him to become. Hell, the person in the mirror looked more like his father than he ever had in his life.
One part of him so badly wanted to embrace it, to accept that this was what he was meant to be. This was his calling. He was the name and the legacy.
But the other part of him wanted to run from it as far and as fast as he could. To end the Kingsley empire and let it burn with the tarnished memory of his father. And to think it used to be about family, but the family didn’t exist. Not how they had once understood it. Luna was now a Vitali, his mother was somewhere in Europe, his father was dead, and he was the only one who could continue the name or end it.
And yet, his entire life, what he wanted was right there waiting for him to take, but he hesitated like a fucking coward. Like the unworthy bastard his father always knew he was.
He wasn’t that child; that controlled being unable to fight back. He was changing, becoming a different man. And that ended with the self-hesitation, the wondering of what he was made to do. He would follow his own path, he just didn’t know what the fuck that was yet.
TWENTY-EIGHT
GIANNA
Once Gianna’soutfit was on and her hair was curled, she walked out into the living room where Finn was waiting. Her breath caught in her throat seeing him adorning a suit for the first time in so long. He looked damn good in it too. It was a stark contrast to the typical jeans and T-shirt look he usually wore. To be honest, she couldn’t decide on which one she preferred more—the effortlessly careless look or the impeccably handsome businessman one.
Finn walked over to her in an instant, like a moth to a flame. His eyes trailed over her body covering every inch in his heated gaze. She felt feverish being around him and it only got worse when his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
“You look like a fucking Goddess,” he said, his voice laced with devotion. “Perfect enough to worship.”
Her breath hitched in her throat, while her brain was unable to form any real words. She remembered him mentioning that word before—worship. Finn had mentioned on the night of her breakdown that she would know when someone worshipped the ground she walked on.
“You would worship me?” she asked.
“On my knees with my whole being, princess.”
Gianna couldn’t resist wrapping her arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss that showed him just how much she wanted that devotion, that worship. She was lost in the wave that was Finn Kingsley, the push and pull of his force that had made the largest indent in her life.
