Legacy
Thomas knew he was drunk. He knew that he wasn’t in the right state of mind. It had been 3 weeks since Alexander had been gone. He got caught up in business.
He walked into the office and sat drunkenly at his desk.
“Thomas?” a female voice comes from the door.
Thomas grins and says, “Sally, Sally. How are you?”
“Are you drunk? Let me take you home,” Sally says, something gleaming in her eyes.
Thomas shrugs and agrees.
They enter Thomas’s house and suddenly Thomas finds himself with a lap full of omega.
Sally’s lips were on his in an instance.
Thomas wanted to stop. He really did. But he couldn’t.
He kept trying to stop but couldn’t.
Their warm bodies slide against one another in a way Thomas hated. He kept wanting to pull away but couldn’t.
The next morning he wakes up with a pounding headache.
He wakes groggily and nearly screams when he sees Sally lying next to him.
“Thomas? Are you ok?” Sally asks, stretching, showing off her body.
“Get out,” Thomas snarls.
Sally looks shocked. “But-”
“Out!” Thomas roars. He turns about to leave the room when Sally’s smug voice rings across the room.
“Leave and I tell everyone.”
“What?” Thomas says, shocked.
“Leave. And I will tell. Everyone.”
“What do you want, Hemings?” Thomas asks.
“You. 3 days a week. Till Alexander comes back,” Sally says, smirking as she stands up.
Thomas was shocked. But he nods.
He has to make sure no one figures out.
The next few weeks were hell.
Thomas tried to think of Sally as Alexander but everything was wrong.
Warm tan skin was now alabaster. Loving brown eyes were now a calculating blue. Twinkling laughter were now high pitched giggles.
The next day, Thomas looks up as Lee and Seabury enter his office, smirking.
Thomas raises an eyebrow.
“So, Hemings huh?” Lee drawled.
Thomas froze.
Seabury grins. “So you are fucking. I hate Alexander as much as the next person, but this is going to break him worse than I think is fair.”
“No,” Thomas snaps.
“Then what happened,” Lee said, sneering.
“She cornered me when I was drunk and used it to her advantage,” Thomas said.
Lee and Seabury looked shocked.
“How am I supposed to know you won’t use this against me?” Thomas called as they turned to leave.
“You won’t,” Seabury said as they exited.
Thomas felt panic rising.
Alexander or his legacy?
‘Legacy. Legacy. Legacy.’ His brain kept chanting.
His heart kept singing for Alexander.
Before Thomas could choose, his pen was on the paper, and words were written faster than Thomas could comprehend.
The Hemings Pamphlet.