“Derrick, you seem to know what’s going on. Where do you think we should head to tonight?” Johnny asks me.
“Firstly, everyone gets a kinky butler in their villa.”
“Kinky butler?” Chance asks.
“Yes. Someone who will deliver all fantasies with them or without them.” I wink at Johnny.
“Holy shit. No way. We like, have sex on speed dial?” I nod. “I’m never sleeping,” Johnny states.
“Derrick can attest to how good our butlers are.” Camryn smirks.
“You dirty dog,” Johnny teases me. “Fancy running into you. Are you on the menu this weekend?” he says, looking Camryn up and down hungrily.
“Sorry, Cam is most certainly off the menu,” Nate says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
“Damn shame, but I’m not going to cry about it, not when I have dick sucking butlers to entertain me,” Johnny says excitedly.
“And you can order a morning glory wakeup call, which is basically a morning BJ,” I tell him.
His brain explodes. “How the hell are we going to have time to try everything?” His face is lit up like a kid in a candy store.
“You can if you go now.” Nate smirks, urging Johnny on his way. Camryn slaps him.
“Don’t have to tell me twice. Check ya,” he calls out as he leaves.
“Hey, Derrick,” Chance says, taking a seat beside me.
“Oh, hey, long time, no see. How are you doing?”
“Good. You know, busy with things. I see you’ve been killing it lately on the red carpet,” he tells me.
“Oh. You’ve been following me?”
He nods. “Yeah, of course. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
Now I feel slightly guilty because I haven’t really been following what the band has been doing, but I’ve heard about it from the gang. I’ve been caught up in my own stuff. “Of course, we are friends,” I answer him. This makes him smile. “Have you been here before?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “Only the clubs. This place looks gorgeous, I can’t wait to see it in the morning.”
“You’ll love it. There’s an entire sexual menu. You can order whatever you want.”
Chance raises a brow. “What happens if what I want isn’t on the menu?” His eyes look me up and down.
“Chance …”
“It’s been too long, D. We’re on a sex island, we could have a lot of fun together,” he asks, sounding hopeful.
I shake my head. “Chance, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not? We used to have fun. Things would be different,” he tells me. I hate hearing the hopefulness in his voice.
“It certainly would be fun, but …”
“Derrick, I’m just looking for fun, nothing else, I promise,” Chance tells me. I bite my bottom lip because it’s hard to say no to the gorgeous rock star. “What villa number are you staying in? Maybe I can come over later.”
“Seventeen,” I answer before I change my mind.
Chance’s smile widens. “I’ll see you later.” He grins, walking away.
