Over time, those dreams dissipated. Tonight though, Devin was back, looking sexy as the billionaire owner of a high-rise restaurant. Before the dream was over, he had me on the restaurant’s terrace, naked and writhing.
When he was done, he lifted his head, those green eyes shining down on me. “Where’s my son?”
4 Devin
I headed up to my room in my parents’ place, more eager than ever for the sale of the penthouse to come through. The sooner I was out from under them, the sooner I’d be able to exert independence. My father toasted to a partnership, but I was certain he would still expect his input to be followed, and I wasn’t going to take orders. If the idea was good, sure, I’d consider it. But I was my own man in life and business. I needed both my parents to see that.
“So, are you ready to take over the world?” my younger sister Brianna said from her bedroom door as I passed it. She was a couple years younger and still living at home.
“Yes.”
She laughed. Many times, I thought she’d been lucky to have been born second. We might have been nearly a quarter through the second millennium, but my parents still adhered to traditions set in the past millennium. As the first-born son, I was expected to take over the family business. I was also expected to continue the Roarke family line with a woman from an old-money family. I’d do the first, but not the second. I’d leave the procreation to Brianna, who was smart, capable, and had an easier time telling my parents to shove their archaic views.
“Dad isn’t going to go away that easily.”
I shrugged. “I’ll go back to Europe.”
She frowned. “Don’t go, Dev. It’s more fun when you’re here.”
“From what I hear, you don’t need my help to have fun.”
“I do my best.” She leaned against the doorjamb. “Are you planning a club for New York?”
“Yes.”
“Can I help? You'll have your hands full with total Roarke business domination and I’m more up on the New York club scene. I can help.”
My instinct was to say no because I was a man trying to prove himself. But I also knew my sister was ready to move on from celebutante to more serious work. She was smart and capable, and she was right in that she had more insight into the club scene here than I did.
“Yes. But you have to work, Bri. You can’t stay out all night and then stroll in at three in the afternoon whenever you want.”
“Why not? If I’m out all night, I’m doing research.”
I smirked at her, though I suppose she had a point. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“Goodnight, big brother.” She shut her door.
I shook my head as I laughed. We’d create the best club in New York, I was sure of it. It would likely be fun, but also, full of headaches to work with her.
Once in my room, I got ready for bed, and then stood at my window looking over the river, as Serena drifted back into my brain. She’d never been far from thought since I saw her that afternoon.
She never did tell me why she didn’t come with me to Europe five years ago. She suggested that I shouldn’t have cared because it was a little fling. I had cared. She’d been the one to dismiss the depth of feeling between us. Or, I suppose, I was the only one who felt that way.
Perhaps it was just as well. I had no doubt my parents wouldn’t have approved of her simply because she wasn’t from an old money family. The only reason my parents liked Evie was that her family had been part of New York aristocracy longer than mine had.
I wondered what my parents would do if Serena had come with me. I scoffed. I knew exactly what they’d do. They’d work to separate us. They’d probably try to pay her off. I didn’t think Serena could be that easily bought, and yet, I supposed everyone had a number. I’d like to think she and I would have made it. We’d have lived and loved through Europe. Maybe we’d be married. Perhaps I’d have that heir I was expected to have.
I shook my head. Fairy tales and soulmates were for pussies. A fantasy was all well and good for jerking off, but real life wasn’t as clean or happy as the books and rom-coms suggested. The truth was Serena would have probably missed her family or gotten bored with me and my life. Lots of women said they wanted to be a princess, but then they learned that living with a prince sucked.
I climbed into bed, sinking down into the soft sheets and closing my eyes. It didn’t take long for Serena to show up in my dreams. She was naked, sauntering toward me with those blue eyes blazing.
“Welcome home, Devin.”
That was the greeting I’d have preferred, I thought.
“Did you miss me?” she cooed.
“Yes.” My dick was at full mast as I took her in my arms and got reacquainted with her luscious body. Unfortunately, in my dream, I was never going to get the satisfaction my body craved. I woke the next morning with a dick as hard as granite.
I slipped out of bed and headed to the shower. Stepping under the hot spray, I conjured Serena up in my mind again, this time on her knees, those blue eyes watching me as I slipped my dick between her luscious pink lips.
“Suck me, baby,” I rasped while gripping my cock and giving it a long stroke. During our week together
