Dragon's Heir

Chapter 1Tamara wasn’t afraid of looking at herself in the mirror when she was naked. It was something that very few women could confess to being okay with. The hardest thing for most women was looking at themselves when they were stripped bare of anything that could accentuate or distract from where they had flaws. But not Tamara. No, when Tamara looked in the mirror, she was content with what she saw and was extremely satisfied. She worked hard for this body to look this good. She looked at her reflection and drank in every aspect, turning and admiring her back and her ass, looking down her legs and making sure that there wasn’t a single flaw that she could see It hadn’t been cheap, but she was there. And just in the nick of time. Drying her hair and feeling the ache of her muscles, she knew there was nothing she loved more than sculpting her body, perfecting it. She wanted to be the best of her possible self. There was no doubt in her mind that she could achieve that goal. She believed that everyone had the ability to be mold and hone their body to perfection. When she was in high school, Tamara Ralphson knew that she was beautiful. She was the girl that the boys would steal glances at and write her secret admirer notes, hiding them in her locker when she wasn’t looking. It was almost daily that she would find herself receiving an email from a secret admirer on f*******: who would keep their identity a secret. She didn’t mind it in middle school, but eventually, in high when high school, she grew tired of the attention. She grew tired of the boys who would constantly flirt with her, expecting her to give them the attention that they wanted—hungered. Instead, she was more interested in being the best that she could be. She liked getting the best grades possible in classes, but eventually, that became easy. It was just a series of facts that she had to memorize. She looked at grades as a system that she could figure out simply enough. It was easy for her to figure out everything if she put her mind to it. Sculpting her body was a lot more difficult. She knew that the world was always about physical beauty, regardless of what others said. People would always say that a woman was capable of anything she put her mind to, but Tamara knew that a pretty face and a pretty body was all the advantage that a woman needed to get ahead of everyone else. Eventually, she was going to need more than the ability to memorize facts and systems. She knew that she was going to need the leading edge that beauty would give her. So, Tamara started going to the gym when she was in high school and never looked back. She spent more time perfecting herself and sharpening her mind. It wasn’t long until everyone started to realize that there was something more to Tamara Ralphson than the others at her high school. She was the kind of person who was going places, and everyone wanted to follow. They wanted to see where she was going. That made her feel good inside, but no amount of admiration and validation from others would make her feel good about herself. No, Tamara wanted to accomplish things on her own merit. She wanted to be the very best that she truly was. She packed her sports bra, and the rest of her gym clothes, her towel, and all of her products into her duffle bag. She started to dress herself, pulling on a tank top and slipping on a pair of tight shorts. She could see her n*****s in the mirror and smiled at the sight of them poking up in her shirt. There was no way that she was going to bother covering them up or put on a bra. She was going to go home and get dressed again anyway. Besides, she’d give the old men and the gym rats something to admire as she left. Pulling back her dark hair into a ponytail, she slipped on her gym shoes. As she headed out of the bathroom, she looked at the men who turned their heads to get a glimpse at her. Everyone at this gym either knew her or they were aware of the dark haired goddess that came here to work out. She was the gym’s eye candy and while there were a lot of other women here who were extremely gorgeous, it was Tamara who drew all of the looks, stole them away from those that were leering at the other patrons of the gym. She felt triumphant when she walked through the gym. She had accomplished everything that she wanted and enjoyed the attention, which told her that she had succeeded in her plans. Slipping on her sunglasses and gripping her keys, she stepped out into the sunlight and walked to her car. Her tan skin was kissed by the sunlight and the warmth, letting her know that she was alive and almost to the finish line. She was reaching the point where she would succeed with everything that she had dreamed of. The fertility clinic had told her everything that she needed to know right up front. She was fertile and she was ready to hold a child. Soon, she was going to be the wealthiest woman that she had ever known and all she had to give up was nine months. For what Tamara was going for, most people gave up their entire lives to own a fraction of the number she was about to earn. It was only a matter of time. Just a few more days. Stepping into her car, she closed the door and headed toward home.