“Just playing sex cupid, that’s all.” I grin as my eyes land on Axel walking over to Olivia. “Don’t give me those judgy eyes, missy. She needs to have fun before she settles down with some stuffy, hot, royal dude.”
“At least she’s safe with Axel,” Isla says.
“So …what are your plans for tonight? Is a certain Connolly brother on the cards?” I tease her.
“You think I should hook up with Jackson?” Isla jokes back.
Wait what? Oh, she’s pulling my leg. “If that’s what you desire because that boy is fine as fuck, but you know exactly which one I’m talking about.”
“He’s disappeared. Obviously, he wants to have fun without us around,” Isla grumbles.
Poor thing is jealous. “Maybe, or maybe he wants you to go find him.” She gives me a skeptical look. I’m leaning into the whole sex cupid thing. One couple down, I might try my hand at another. “Come on,” I say, dragging her with me as we head up to the next level where the action is. “Look in the cube,” I tell her, pointing out the orgy happening inside the glass walls, three men pleasuring one woman. Isla’s eyes are mesmerized by what’s happening. She jumps when I touch her.
“You okay if I, you know …?” Isla nods, still transfixed by what is happening in front of her. I give her shoulder a kiss, wish her well, and go off to have some fun of my own.
Nate is thinking about taking his sex clubs to the open seas and is hosting a party on some multi-million-dollar superyacht off the coast of Monaco while we are here. Honestly, the Monaco life is for me. The yachts, the supercars, and the rich old men who need people to spend their coin on. The designer clothes, the diamonds, everything is so luxurious it’s blinding, really. This is where I want to retire, the sun, sea, and beautiful people.
Poor Sienna, her morning sickness has kicked in after she partied maybe a little too hard last night, and she’s decided toskip the yacht. To be fair, Christian and Vanessa didn’t last long either, the slight rocking was enough to make Ness feel queasy. Probably for the best because this yacht is wild. I’m not sure if Nate filled it full of exhibitionists or something because the boat is filled with beautiful people fucking. And when I say they are fucking, I mean they are whipping things out and just going for it. Oscar, Stacey, Olivia, and Axel are conveniently missing. Bet they are off fucking somewhere, dirty hoes. Charlotte chose to stay home, it’s not her scene at all, which is lucky because the Sons of Brooklyn boys are here tonight. Thankfully, Chance didn’t come. He gets motion sickness and hates boats. Luckily for me. Camryn disappeared with Nate. She said something about work, but I don’t know if that is a euphemism for dick or not. She’s doing something with Nate’s business, but I wasn’t really listening when she explained it.
“Hey there, cutie. Care to join us?” this gorgeous Italian stallion purrs as I stumble upon some fun in the dining room. The lights are low with only the soft glow from outside illuminating the room. There are a couple of other guys sitting around the table too. Some are making out, while others are chatting away. “Come take a load off.” He smirks, pointing to the chair beside him. I pull it out and take a seat, but as soon as I sit down, someone is grabbing my crotch, making me jump. The Italian man bursts out laughing at my surprise as I stick my head under the table and see a stack of men and women on their knees underneath the table, sucking everyone off. Well damn. “Sorry. You surprised me,” I say to the poor guy who grabbed me. He nods, then raises a brow at me as if to say,‘Can I suck your dick now?’I sit back up and my eyes fall to the Italian next to me, where a man is going to town on him. He gives me a smirk before closing his eyes and embracing what is happening. Hands start to tug again at my pants as the guy on his knees releases me from my pants and starts sucking away. I jolt forward, earning achuckle from the people around me as I stay bent over the edge of the table, as a stranger sucks me off under a table. Kind of surreal, but also my kind of dinner party.
After my table suck off, which was fantastic, I thank him and decide to keep exploring. The yacht is huge, and there are so many nooks and crannies to it. Porn is playing on all the TVs on board while live porn is going on in surround sound all around me.
“Derrick!” I run into Finn on a lower level, and he looks distraught.
“Are you okay?” He shakes his head. Oh, shit, did someone do something to him? It looks like he’s been crying. “Come with me.” I grab his arm and pull him into a bedroom, which is currently being cleaned.
“Sorry, sir, this room isn’t ready,” the staff say.
“We just need a private conversation,” I tell them. She looks at me and then a distraught Finn and tells her girls to give us a moment.
“We will be back in ten to finish,” she tells me as they disappear.
“What happened?” I ask him.
“Isla,” he says, running his hand through his hair, “she saw me in the shower with someone.”
Fuck!
“And by someone, I’m going to assume it was a guy?” Finn nods. I told him this would happen. That he needed to be honest with her, but oh no, he was too chicken shit to tell her. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
“I know. Okay. You should have seen her face, she was devastated.”
“No shit. You just screwed her last night, and now tonight you’re screwing a man,” I yell at him. How could he do this to her?
“Fuck you. I don’t need you to tell me you were right. That I should have told her earlier. I was scared, okay. I couldn’t bear the thought that she would look at me differently. Not her. I didn’t want to lose her.”
I understand where he is coming from, but he took the choice away from her, and now she’s going to rethink everything and get all up in her head.
“You should have seen her face, D. I disgusted her.”
I place my hand on his shoulder. “She was in shock. That girl loves you. Isla probably never assumed this would ever be something she would see. She’s so used to seeing you with women that she probably can’t compute you were with a man.”
“I can’t lose her, D. I can’t.” He sounds so desperate.
“Then talk to her. Explain to her that you’re bisexual and you didn’t know how to tell her. She might not be able to understand straight away, but give her time. I swear she will support you,” I reassure him.
“Thanks, D,” he says sadly.
