Chapter 5 Henry Jr.
Chapter five
A quick look around the penthouse proves that my mystery woman is indeed gone.
For the first time in all my life, I feel…
sad? Is that what I’m experiencing right now?
Typically, I have to work extra hard to kick out my hookups on the weekends since there’s no excuse of work.
So if anyone ever leaves on their own accord, it’s usually a relief.
For some strange reason, I wanted to see her again.
Maybe it’s just the fact that I gave her the dicking down of her life last night, and she didn’t even leave a note.
Yeah, it’s probably just my ego wanting some random little hottie to stroke him.
She really was a good lay, though. She handled everything I threw at her.
And I threw a lot at her. She’s one of the only women I can remember ever meeting my sexual energy.
I guess it’s a good thing she didn’t leave her number or name.
There was a pull to her that I’ve never felt before, and I’m in no position to fall for some random woman.
Not with my obligation as the Sinclair heir…
An alert from my beeper reminds me of the dinner tonight at my family's estate. It’s one of many social events hosted by my father, and of course, my attendance is required.
The only silver lining is that I’ll have some fellow socialite victims to hang out with, making fun of the city’s elite.
A group of idiot assholes, if you ask me, and I’m not saying I’m any better.
No, I’m as big of an asshole as any of them. It comes with the Sinclair name.
With one last look through the penthouse, I gather my clothes and let my driver know I’ll be down shortly. No reason to prolong the inevitable.
The drive to my family estate is just as depressing as always. It’s a prison disguised as a home. One that was once mine and will eventually be mine again. Of course, my father not-so-politely requested that I arrive before any of our guests, so we’ll be alone for our meeting.
Calming myself with a few deep breaths, I open my door and make my way to the front of the house. If I’m lucky, Father will be hard at work, and I can slip up to my old room and snort a line before schmoozing my way through the night. To my dismay, the man himself greets me at the door.
“Junior. I’m surprised to see that you actually showed up here early. I have some things to discuss with you before our guests arrive.”
Everything within me wants to deflate, but I keep my posture proud, lest I give him any more cause to resent me.
“Hello to you too, Father.” I offer my hand to shake, a sign of respect he would never let me forget, and follow him into his office.
He guides me to a chair in front of his desk and motions for me to take a seat before sitting down himself. He has always preferred to be the last one standing.
“I hope everything is going well. How is Mother?”
“I’m sure she’ll be around tonight, so you’ll be able to ask her yourself.
That’s not what this is about.” He slides a folder across his desk to me, then grabs one of his own.
“Son, you’re about to be thirty-five years old.
It’s damn well time you stepped into a larger role in the company.
Especially with your engagement to Natalya being announced next year, we want to make sure you’re viewed as one of the leaders of the Sinclair Corporation… ”
I stop listening as he drones on and on about my upcoming obligations.
Take over the family empire, marry some Russian bitch I’ve never even met, blah blah blah.
It’s a life I’ve always known I would have, but one I’ve done my absolute damnedest to run from.
It’s been something of a game for me, balancing how much trouble I can get into without invoking the wrath of Henry Sinclair Sr. Abusive isn’t a strong enough word to describe my father when it comes to making him angry.
I learned from a very young age to avoid it like the plague.
Our butler phones in, letting us know our guests are starting to arrive, and Father finally stops droning on about whatever bullshit plans he has for my life. “Very well, Son. I’ll see you around. Make the family proud tonight.”
With that, he’s gone. I slouch down in my seat, needing just a moment to calm down before going out into the lion's den. With a sigh, I pull myself together and leave the office, only to be immediately greeted by my best friend John Carter Jr. He’s been my closest confidant for as long as I can remember.
Our families were always close, and neither of us had siblings, so we grew up as thick as thieves.
The shenanigans the two of us have gotten into over the years… I can’t fight a grin.
“Your dad said you’d be back here.” He hands me a joint and pulls one out of his suit pocket for himself before lighting them both.
“You’ll need this tonight. We can do the stronger stuff after it’s over.
The Pemberton twins arrived as we were pulling up, and goddamn, they’re looking good.
I’ve already arranged for the four of us, and any other lucky lady who might want to join, to ditch this shit show when everyone gets too drunk to care and go back to my place for some real fun. ”
Fuck yes, a drug-fueled orgy sounds like the perfect light at the end of this godforsaken day.
“Have I told you lately that you’re the fucking best?” I take a deep inhale of my joint and throw my arm around Carter’s neck. “Let’s get this over with.”