Empire of Desire: The Baron's Dilemma

Everything was better on a private plane, but flying on a private plane is not something that the British elite does. My family would consider it too frivolous, and so they described it. It was not the first or last thing in which my family and I were at odds, although I love everything relating to experience. From the way the leather seats hugged me to my asses, I noticed that the skirts of the hostesses were shorter and their legs longer than in a passage flight. Even their attention seemed more insinuating. The blonde beauty assigned to this flight leaned down to serve me water, and I took a look that came down from the neck of her blouse to her tall and round breasts. She appreciated the courtesy. If I had returned to London in better circumstances, I would have considered finding out if her attention extended to the bedroom. I liked the blowjobs a lot, and I had the feeling that Melanie would be happy to make them last as long as I would like. But I didn't even grab that beautiful woman by the neck while she buried her face in my lap. I was going to get the day I would improve. I glanced at the clock. "They think it will take thirty minutes for the landing, sir," said Melanie helpfully. It was a pity that I could not taste her. But I did not have the head for it. Can I offer something more? I'm going to make a quick call. It was necessary to tell my sister that I was an hour away. I released the soft and creamy leather of the seat arm. It's been six hours since I found out about the death of my grandfather. I did not miss being in London often, but at times like that, I wanted New York to be a drive away from my family. I had to keep telling myself that there was nothing I could do for my grandfather, so much so that I felt like I was sitting at his side next to the bed as if he were there on the plane with me. "Well, I know you'll be here in a little more than an hour. Send me a message just before you get here so I can come to pick you up," said Darcy over the phone -"Why? Are you hiding something? Has my grandfather's health been that much worse since the last time we talked?" I asked fearfully. "No, but the hospital is a bit far," Darcy replied. I was tired as if I had been awake all night. My arrival would relieve me of some of the pressure I've been under. "Are you conscious?" I asked, not yet convinced that I was telling myself the whole truth. "Yes,"he said. He has never felt better because he broke his hip at the age of 82. His voice was firm. He stayed whole, but I knew he was biting his upper lip. "Are the results of the radiography already known?" I asked. -"No. You know it took them a couple of hours to convince him to do it." The nurse answered, and my mouth traced a smile without my permission. Darcy noticed the humor in my voice and got angry with me, thinking I was supporting Grandfather. My grandfather was an indomitable character, and no one could persuade him to do something he did not want to do, and vice versa. When people told him that he could not do something, he always found a way around it. In that aspect, we are very similar. He had been my hero when I was young. And he had acted like a father to Darcy and me, much more than our irresponsible parents. Our father had escaped with a waitress before I was aware of things, and our mother never recovered, so she spent most of the time looking for spiritual enlightenment in several places in Asia. My grandfather was the man who always calmed us down when we were upset, who had come to the school to enroll us, and whom we still came to ask for advice. Oh, those people are irritating," I said. "I know, but after the stroke my grandfather had two years ago, he has been a shock to us all, and we cannot risk leaving him alone. Luckily for us, he was a fighter and had recovered most of his memories and movement. But the left side of his body remained weakened and fragile, which made it vulnerable to falls. "I know. "Even so, it's going to be fine," I said with all the authority that I could muster, but if his fall had created a stroke... I took a deep breath and tried to normalize my heart rate, which was becoming increasingly hasty. "He asked me to reach out to Victoria," Darcy said, with sharp and tense words. I pressed her teeth, and I did not answer. I could not bear to hear about that selfish woman—my cousin. "I wanted to ask if he wished to be here." "They could start to take accounts," Darcy added. I breathed deeply. He had to keep calm or say something that would end up pissing off my sister. My grandfather's title is to be passed down to the next male heir who is married. Since I was older, it should have been me. But as a single man for whom a woman has never been enough, I didn't stand a chance. My cousin Frederick and his wife, Victoria, should be the next Barons of Fairfax. I did not need the money. I had earned for myself more fortune than my grandfather could offer, and I undoubtedly did not care about the title. I had never wanted to be the Baron of Fairfax. Frankly, I had never understood why the fact that my sister was a woman prevented her from being the next baron. I had to maintain the title, money, and property, and all the headaches that come with them. Frederick and I had never been united, although, as he was the heir of Woolton and the father of my grandfather's grandson, he saw me more than I had liked. He had been a jealous and petty man, and he was never mature enough to bear the title. He seems to envy everything I have: toys, friends, and women. Even though my sister and I had to move with our grandfather because our parents did not love us, Frederick hated us living in Woolton. He never lost the opportunity to criticize what Darcy was doing on the farm. And he constantly commented on my flight to America, and they were full of insults. What I didn't like about him was the fact that when I called him to inform him that my grandfather was suffering from a stroke, instead of asking what hospital he was in or about the prognosis that doctors had given him, the first thing he did was tell me that he would call me when he had talked to his lawyer. For the fact that, as soon as my grandfather dies, the money will be for him to do with as he wishes. And although I did not feel the same attraction towards the history of the family, Darcy did not seem right. "We have to talk when you get here," Darcy said. In a way, I knew what was going to happen. We were going to re-discuss the idea that if I married, everything would be fixed. Of course. "I mean, Aurora." Darcy had insinuated to me several times that a childhood friend would be a good wife. This time, she sounded more serious. But I had to realize that I was not going to marry Aurora. I'll also go to law school to study business law while I'm in London. I still had the hope that we could find a legal solution for Frederick, who has been dealing with the inheritance. There was a long silence. "You know how I feel about it," Darcy finally said. "I do not want to fight for the inheritance," I answered. Darcy hated the idea that there was a battle for the fortunes his grandfather left behind because he died. It seemed that somehow he tarnished the sincerity of our love for him.