1-I'm home
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Harley
I made my way across town to my father's office, pulling back the accelerator a little more my bike roared down the crowded street. Weaving in and out of the traffic I finally made it back to Hightop Square.
My father was Lord Arthur Summers also known as King Aidan's second in command. Since the king's passing a little over a week ago my father was given control over all royal matters. He made sure everything ran smoothly until a suitable person was crowned, but since the king had no children of his own it was down to my father and the council to find the right person.
This place had been my father's second home for as long as I can remember. Even when I was a small child I remember sitting on the floor by his desk playing with my toys while he worked. But now, with the extra responsibilities that now rested on my father's shoulders, it meant I saw even less of him.
It was just the two of us these days, my mother passed away nearly 15yrs ago leaving me to be raised by the live-in nanny. I didn't care, she was nice enough and we always had fun but I still wished my father had been around more.
Maybe that was the reason why I rebelled so much as a teen and got myself into so much trouble
I pulled the brake and screeched to a halt outside the tall building, looking up at the large pillows that lined the front. I looked high into the sky where I could see my father's office right at the top of the building. I hadn't seen my father in six weeks as I had been traveling with some friends but we spoke now and again on the phone as he always worried when I was away. I arrived home this morning and dropped my bags off at home and wanted to come to see my father and let him know I was home safe, I knew my father was eager to see me by the number of voicemails he had left me in the past 24 hours.
I got off my bike and locked the ignition. Walking up the steps I unbuckled my helmet pulling it off in one swift motion letting my long hair fall free in the cool breeze. I shook my head as a shiver ran through me, I had spent the last couple of weeks in a tropical climate with a coat of my own sweat permanently attached to my body so the cool breeze was more than welcome. An older man stepped out of the building holding the door open for me with a smile, “Thanks” I smiled and stepped into the building.
I walked to the reception desk where I usually left my things, I hated dragging my helmet and leathers up to the top floor. “Morning Harley” Emily always greeted me with her pearly white smile.
“Morning, I'm just leaving my things here while I run up and see Dad quick,” I told her as I walked around her desk placing my helmet and jacket on a table behind her.
“That's fine, be quick if you want to catch him as he is booked into a very important meeting in about 12 minutes,” she said staring down at the time on her watch.
“Story of my life” I replied rolling my eyes as I jogged toward the elevator. He was always in meetings, if he wasn't in a meeting he would be planning for the meetings so I knew I never had long with him when I did see him.
I stepped inside and pressed the button for the twelfth floor secretly praying my father hadn't started the meeting already.
Finally, I made it to his floor the door opened, and instantly saw my father standing by his desk at the far end of the room. He was reading through some papers but looked up at me instantly with a smile on his face.
He placed the papers on his desk and walked to me with his arms open, “Morning my little pear drop” he beamed as he hugged me tightly.
“Dad I'm 21, you have to stop calling me that,” I said as I hugged him back, he had called me his little pear drop all my life, he said it was because I was such a sweet little thing growing up.
“You will always be my little pear drop, never forget that” he kissed the top of my head and released me.
“Emily said you have a meeting so I won't stay, I just wanted to say hi and show you I got back in one piece and I wasn't laying in the bottom of a ditch somewhere” I smirked as I recalled his last voicemail.
“I get worried you know that” he raised his brow giving me a stern look. “Now let me look at you” he took hold of both my hands and stood back examining me head to toe. “Well I don't see any facial piercings or any more of them vulgar tattoos”
I pulled my hands away from him and exhaled loudly, “ I got both my n*****s pierced, and I have a chain that goes across to...”
“Stop!” he yelled closing his eyes at me in disgust.
I laughed as I walked around him and sat on the edge of his desk. “I'm only joking, I've not bought the chain yet” I teased him.
“Give me strength” he mumbled to himself as he walked around and sat in his chair.
I loved winding him up but I knew it was my time to leave before a load of snooty businessmen appeared from the elevator wanting to bark their orders at my father.
I stood up but something shiny caught my eye, turning to look at the desk in front of me I saw my father had laid out the crystal glasses instead of the cheap nasty ones along with his best whisky. “How come you put out the fancy stuff” I picked up the bottle of whisky opened the top and took a whiff of the contents.
“Put that down” my father panicked as he waved his hand toward me.
I took a mouthful straight out of the bottle and passed it back to him as I gulped the burning liquid down. “Wow,” I gasped holding my throat as my father snatched the bottle from my hand.
“This is not for us” he panicked as he used a napkin to wipe the top of the bottle.
“Then who is it for?” I asked wiping the remnants from my lips.
“That would be me,” a deep voice said from behind me.
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