“Knowing you, the young man must have been very insistent… and let’s be honest, looking at his photos, one would not blame you for succumbing to his charms.”
“Your flowery language doesn’t make this any better.”
“You have guilt? Deal with it then. The rest is up to the young man. Either he tells and then has you dumped, or he keeps quiet. Whether you keep fucking or not is none of my business. Unless you want to share…”
“Fuck you!” Sighing, he paced the room, raking his hair back. “I don’t know what he’ll do…”
“Sounds to me he has you already wrapped around his fingers. I would wage he’s going to trample your heart to a pulp. Good luck.”
The call cut, and Duncan looked at his phone, lost.Fuck.Knowing that Sinclair was right, that somehow, Spencer had crawled under his skin already, when, maybe, this was all a game to him. Nothing more. A cruel game. He rubbed the back of his neck, that small anger soaring up at himself.Just what you needed…. Great fucking going… Just great…
Sure enough Spencer hadn’t called all day, and not the next morning either, walled up in his room, he only accepted their butler delivering food up to his door.
Duncan was still waiting for his call, ready if they needed to go, suffering a bit because he was worried to the bone that Spencer was smoking and drinking his body away. Snatching his phone up as it tore into that silence.
“We’re leaving. Dress up.” Click.
Duncan hurried to pull his clothes on, the evening bending into night, a small rush to his heart which he rubbed away, annoyed.
Driving the car up to the landing, watching Spencer walk down the stairs in knee-high white boots with heels, tight white pants and a white crop top, a red vest hanging on it. Silk. He could identify it now. Typing on his phone, that lush hair floating around his shoulders, and somehow, there were whirls in Duncan’s chest, having had that body under his hands, it had awhole new effect on him, even wrapped in clothes. Even with his make-up, smoky eyes and ruby red lipstick, matching his vest.
He gave Duncan a smirk as he held the door for him. “This is a better suit?”
Duncan scoffed. “My best.”
“I see…” Giving him a wink, he sank in the seat, pulling his belt straight away across his chest, he blew Duncan a kiss which sent Duncan’s blood up to his face and straight down to his cock.Jesus…Conjuring that anger he had felt for Spencer, he somehow managed to calm down, and drive away. Glancing a Spencer from time to time, his legs crossed, smiling at something on his phone.
His voice, out of the blue. “We’re going to a photography exhibition’s opening. I hope you like those useless fucks.” Chuckling, he never lifted his eyes from his phone.
Duncan kept quiet, pulling up in front of a venue surrounded by photographers already, models and other celebrities he had no idea who the fuck they were walking up those few steps draped in red carpet.This red carpet shit…He got out though, and helped Spencer out, giving the keys to have the car driven away. Spencer had already stepped a bit further away to pose for the photographers, turning to his name to give them a pose and a wide smile.
Duncan watched him but turned to a hand grabbing his upper arm. Almost knocking the man in the mouth when he recognized his perfume. Meeting his eyes.
“Trent?” Eyes wide, his heart had started hammering.
“You…? What are you doing here?”
Trent. Fucking Trent. With his immaculate grey beard and hair, his suit, that large camera on a strap. Fucking fuck.“I’m with my client.”
“Who?”
At this moment, Spencer walked back to Duncan. It took exactly two eyelash bats for Spencer to understand what he was seeing.Oh…His lips curled up and he looked at Trent, whilst talking to Duncan. Whilst he slid his hand up Duncan’s shirt, under his jacket, on his side, that spot he knew now which made Duncan’s skin shiver. That gesture unmistakable in its intimacy.
“Won’t you introduce us?” Sweet, but it had daggers.
Trent’s eyes went wide, glancing at Spencer’s hand resting on that spot he knew by heart.
Duncan tried to tame the flames eating his face, but Spencer’s hand didn’t help at all. “Uh… this is Trent Barrow… and this is my client, Spencer Galloway.”
Spencer held his other hand out to Trent. “Nice meeting you. Old friends?” He had stressed ‘old’, his lips in that mocking smile.
Trent’s eyes darkened. “Duncan was my partner.”
“Oooh, an ex! How exciting! I hope it wasn’t too hard to clean up that cake.”
The blood ran out of Duncan’s face, but Spencer just turned to him. “Well, don’t stay too long… I’ll be inside.” Giving one last squeeze to his ribs, he left, his hips swaying.
Trent was speechless with wrath at first but then he looked at Duncan. “You’re fucking this spoiled, drugged up twink?”
