Chapter 12: Home
On the risk of sounding conceited, within a week I became filthy rich. I did still not totally comprehend it. The account with all the Davis's files in it had over five hundred billion dollars in it, and then I had the hundred million in Luthor inheritance, and around twenty million and counting from my album that was still selling quiet well. I had no clue was to do with all of it.
"Yea umm, so the vineyard is closed?" I asked the business executive in Europe that I was on the phone with in my new apartment in Metropolis.
"Yes, for almost eight years now." They said. "All of the Davis's are dead but they left strict orders not to sell the property."
"How much would it cost to re-open it?" I asked.
"Around ten million, minus all the workers." They said.
"Great, I'll do it." I said.
"But we can't sell the property ma'am." They told me.
"I am the only living Davis left, I own the property." I told him.
"So you are the missing heir?" They asked.
"Yes, so let's get my families business running again shall we?" And that is exactly what we did.
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"Anyone home?" Clark yelled.
"I'm in the bedroom!" I yelled, I was still unpacking.
Clark walked in my room and laughed at the mess.
"Are you ever going to get this finished?" He asked.
"I might one day." I joked.
"Well, I brought some food over, are you hungry?" He asked.
"Starving!" I exclaimed, and then I practically ran to the kitchen. Clark laughed and followed me. The smell of Chinese filled my apartment.
"Yum!" I said. Then I looked at Clark. "I knew I kept you around for some reason!" I said sarcastically.
He tilted his chin and raised an eyebrow. I laughed and took a bite of my food. We ate and talked for a while, and then I remembered something.
"I have to go to Europe next week." I said.
"For how long?" He asked.
"I have no idea, as long as it takes to get the vineyard running again." I told him.
"Oh," he said, almost sadly.
"Would you like to come with me?" I asked hopefully.
"I would love to, but what about work? My editor is already mad at me for missing so much already." He said.
"Well, on the chance that you would accept, I talked to your editor, and she agreed but not with out conditions." I stated quickly, he laughed.
"Which are?" He said.
"You have to do a full story on the Davis and Stiff rivalries and another on the re-opening of the vineyard." I stated very quickly.
"Okay," He said.
"So you'll go?" I asked hopefully.
"There is no way I would miss it." He said smiling. I squealed and jumped into his arms.
"I was hoping you would say that." I said.
"I can tell." He laughed out.
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"Hey, I'm back!" I yelled when I walked into our hotel room. I was so happy to be back in Europe, it still felt like home.
"Hey!" Clark yelled from the back. I walked back to the bedroom and saw him sitting with his laptop. He was so adorable when he was preoccupied.
"Is that your story?" I asked. He nodded and I smiled.
"All right, I will leave you along then. I need to go back down to the vineyard anyway. So do you want to meet for dinner or just come back here?" I asked.
"I'll call you." He said quickly. I was a little hurt.
"Umm, okay, just don't let that computer replace me okay?" I said quietly before walking out to the door. This wasn't the first time this had happened and I have no clue why I let it get to me. He loved writing, but when he pushes me away like that, I can't stop it from hurting some. Then, before I could reach the door, Clark was standing in my way. I laughed a little.
"Clark, please." I said.
"Not until you accept the apology I'm about to give you." He said.
"Ok, it's accepted, I understand, you are trying to get your story finished, it's perfectly fine." I said sincerely. He reached his arms out and embraced me. I gratefully accepted.
"Do you have to go?" He asked.
"Yeah, but I'll be back as soon as possible. Promise." I said. We kissed briefly and I was off.
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Okay, I was tired and hungry and couldn't wait to be done with the vineyard. I came back to the hotel, opened he door and took a deep breath, but I didn't get the chance to let the breath back out.
The main room was dimly lit and the table was set with candles and flowers. Then Clark appeared. He walked over to me and helped me with my jacket.
"Clark…" I said breathlessly. "This is incredible."
"Thank you, I hoped you would like it." He said blushing. God, he was adorable. I put my hands on his cheek and brought my lips to his.
"I love it." I said.
We ate dinner and talked. I loved him so much, I know that it sounds so silly, but that night, I realized something. I realized that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. The only thing I could hope for was that he wanted the same thing. After we finished eating, I got up, walked over to Clark and sat on his lap.
"So," I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "What can I do to repay you for this amazing act of love and kindness?"
He smiled and put his arms around my waist.
"I think I have something in mind." Clark whispered. I started to shiver and then without another word, out lips met.