Heir Of The Heart

Chapter 2: Julian

I have never really fancied this whole extravagant wealthy lifestyle. It's loud and brings about unwanted and unnecessary attention. Being the son of the founder of the biggest fashion brand is not all what people think it really is. Having people trying so hard to be friends with you that they do the craziest of things can be a whole lot of mental stress. Let's not even start with the pressure that my father constantly mounts on my head to take over the company. I don't think he has ever stopped for one moment to ask me what I want for myself or if I actually want to go into the fashion business. He mounts all the pressure on me, nothing I ever do seems to please him.

Knock! Knock! Knock! The door went, waking me from my sleep at exactly 6am on a Monday morning.

“Who is it?” I asked, heading towards the door.

“It's Cecilia. Your father asks that you get ready in time to meet the new recruits at the office today.” She said.

“Thank you Cecilia.” I said, yawning and stretching.

“Sorry to bother you, sir. Good morning.” She said.

“It's alright ma'am.” I replied.

Cecilia was our head housekeeper, she had been working for our family, for my father to be precise for about 30 years now. Long before I was even born. She is the most delightful soul one can ever come across. I sometimes feel uneasy having such an elderly lady do chores on my behalf.

I got up from the bed to get ready for whatever it was that my father wanted me to do at the office. I turned toward my bedroom drawer to look at the frame of my mother's picture that I placed there. I keep wondering how things would have turned out if she was still here.

After having a shower, I was definitely not going to wear a suit. All that corporate stuff was not my thing. I put on my mother's necklace, that was the only thing of value to me, priceless. I made my way to the dining room where my father was already there, sitting at the head of the table, having breakfast, waiting for me, fuming.

“Nice of you to finally show up, Julian.” He said, still facing the plate of pancakes in front of him.

“Good morning to you too, dad.” I said as I sighed and took a seat at the table.

One of the maids served me a plate of pancakes and I began to rush in the meal because I was so hungry. My father looked at me with irritation on his face.

“You really should slow down.” He said. “You'll soon be the head of Veritas, you should at least try to have some manners.”

“Okay dad.” I said, slowing down.

“Is this how you'll be dressing for the meeting today?” My father asked.

“Yes.” I responded.

“You do realize that it's an official setting, right?” He continued. “You seriously want to go into the meeting, as the son and heir of Joshua Willis, founder of Veritas Atelier, the biggest fashion company in the entire world, looking like that?” He said, as he stroked his fingers on his forehead and let out a loud sigh.

“There's nothing wrong with how I'm dressed, dad.” I said calmly, trying so hard not to let out the frustration that was already building up inside me.

“You’re soon going to become the CEO, the way you present yourself matters a lot.” He said.

“Yeah, you keep saying that. Have you ever even once asked me what I wanted for myself?” My voice was beginning to rise.

“Veritas is our legacy and you have to learn to uphold it.” He replied.

“Veritas is your legacy, you built it from scratch. Why won't you let me build my own legacy?” I asked, my voice even louder this time.

“Julian! Watch the way you talk to me.”

“You're never interested in what I have to say. You just have everything mapped out in your head, don't you?”

“You can't keep living your life however you see fit. You have an image to uphold, you need to be more responsible, Julian.”

“You know, sometimes I wish it was you who died in that accident instead of mom!” I blurted out in anger before I could stop myself and instantly regretted my statement. “Dad, I… I'm sorry.”

My father slowly got up from the dining table. “Let's go.” He said quietly, immediately turning towards the door, going outside to the car.

The driver and bodyguards were already waiting for us. The ride to the company was very quiet and it felt too long. It was unlike my father to stay quiet for so long, he always had something to say but this time, I knew I upset him. We arrived at the company and we were in the car for a moment.

“Dad… I…” the driver opened the door before I could say anything and my father stepped out immediately, uninterested in whatever I had to say at that moment.

We walked into the building with a hoard of security following us. As we were walking in, I briefly made eye contact with a young lady that was leaving. She looked quite sad with teary eyes, she was probably one of the potential recruits that were rejected. I couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Most of the designers that actually get recruited are not what I would call… the best. The creative department are never really allowed to work freely because of their head… Naomi. That's one nasty personality who always wants everyone to kiss the very ground on which she walks. What's even more annoying is how she tries so hard to get close to me, it makes me uncomfortable. Her father is a friend of my father and I guess that's one of the reasons she has a job in the company.

We walked into the office to meet the new recruits and I really wasn't impressed by the designs I saw. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I have no interest in taking over the company but I would really like to do things in a new and unique way but my father never wants to listen, Veritas has built a solid legacy in the fashion world but the times are changing and it really needs to do something new and different.

I just stood there with a controlled smile on my face, giving handshakes to recruits and said absolutely nothing till it was over. My father still wasn't talking to me on the ride back home.

I had the longest day and decided to go on a drive that night. I spotted a bar on the way and decided to have a couple drinks to drown away my frustrations but I wasn't ready for what was about to happen that night.

I stepped in and to my surprise, it was the girl I saw at the company earlier that day. She probably had a worse day than I did. I didn't act like I recognized her but she gave me a peculiar look, like she had seen me somewhere before.

“Please give me something strong, I have had quite the day.” I said.

“We're about to close… but why not?” She said, giving me a pitiful look, almost like she thought I was desperate.

“Don't let me drink alone. Please join me.” I said before I could even think about it.

She stared for a moment and said, “sure, I'll drink with you.” She grabbed a glass and poured a shot of whiskey. “I also need a drink, I too have had quite the day.”

I looked at her and smiled slightly. “Care to talk about it.” I said, as I took a shot of whiskey and handed her the glass, signaling for another round.

“Just that I had an interview at a company I've been dreaming of working with my entire life and I got rejected… again.” She took a shot and refilled our glasses. “What hurt the most was the way one of the interviewers completely insulted my design and tried so hard to make me feel worthless.”

That sounds like a perfect description of Naomi, she has a way of breaking people down with her words and her attitude.

“Your design?” I asked.

“Yeah, I'm a fashion designer.” She said quietly. “Right now, I don't even know if I deserve to call myself that. Maybe I'm just being delusional.”

“Don't let anyone ever make you feel less.” I said, hoping to comfort her a bit. Something I find myself doing almost instinctively. “Can I see your designs?” I asked.

“Sure you can.” She pulled out her phone and started scrolling through pictures of dresses she made and I was blown away.

“Wow! These are really good. You make them yourself?”

“Yes I do. Thank you.” She replied.

I wondered why someone this talented was rejected while mediocre people were recruited. Part of the issues I've been trying to address with my father who never listens. Putting Naomi as the creative director was definitely not a well thought decision.

I looked at her for a moment and I nearly got lost in her eyes. A woman this beautiful and talented was truly something special. This was the first time I actually found myself attracted to a woman and she wasn't drooling all over me like women usually do. I was intrigued.

“You really have something special. These are world class.” I said.

“The creative director at Veritas Atelier wouldn't agree with you.” She responded.

“Well, to hell with her and Veritas Atelier. You don't need their validation.” I said. I wasn't planning on letting her know that I was the heir of the company that tried to crush her.

She smiled. “So… enough about me. What's your story? What brought you to a bar this late?”

I took another shot, already getting tipsy. “Daddy issues.”

“Oh, that I can relate to.” she replied.

“Let's just say, I come from a very complicated family.” I was already feeling the alcohol in my system at that point. “Oh I think I've had too much to drink. I wonder how I'm gonna drive home tonight.”

She looked at me for a moment, she also seemed to be getting tipsy. “You know what? Why not crash at my place tonight? It's not far from here and you won't have to drive.”

“You're not afraid of letting a total stranger into your house?” I asked, laughing slightly.

“We shared a drink, we're no longer strangers… I guess.” She said, laughing too.

“Yeah, why not?” I accepted her invitation.

She locked up the bar and together we headed to her apartment, both staggering, barely making it to her bedroom. I tripped on my foot and collapsed on the bed, she fell right on top of me and we both laughed.

The laughter suddenly stopped and we couldn't help but stare into each other's eyes. We were so close that we could feel each other's breath, I could smell the alcohol in her breath. Her skin felt warm as her breast pushed against my chest allowing me to feel her heart racing almost as fast mine. I noticed her eyes move towards my lips as she bit hers.

The eye contact became intense, we both knew what was about to happen, it was inevitable at this point. She leaned in and kissed me, I kissed back and we just kept on going, unable to stop ourselves. My hands slipped down to her ass, I squeezed it tight and she moaned. She traced her hand down through my chest to unbuckle my belt, she reached down inside my pants and began to stroke my d**k, I couldn't help but moan as she did that.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and flipped her around, getting on top of her. I shifted her panties to the side and slipped my d**k inside her p***y. I started off thrusting slowly, gently and then began to pound hard as if trying to prove a point.

“Yes! Please f**k me!” She screamed.

Her p***y was so wet and juicy and I couldn't hold it anymore.

“Oh my God! I'm cumming!” I moaned loud, exploding deep inside her. I fell back on the bed, both of us sweating and breathing heavily.

She turned to look at me and stroked my chin, “thank you.” She

whispered.

I chuckled. We went on a couple more rounds that night before finally falling asleep after we completely exhausted ourselves.