Chapter 2 #2
One of the scandals that made Lothair daily tabloid fodder was his short but explosive affair with a married actor.
An alpha. Lothair was open about being attracted to both alphas and omegas, which was fine with me but aggravated the conservative circles.
The alpha who was the epitome of masculine strength let someone fuck his ass—it drove some people up the wall.
I didn’t care. Lothair was allowed to do whatever and whomever he wanted. But if he flirted with me, I’d have to set clear boundaries.
“I’m glad you approve of my appearance,” I said with zero emotion. “Cassidy and Hassel have a dress code. After all, I’ll be seen in public with you.”
A corner of his mouth lifted in his signature sardonic smirk, but he said nothing. He walked out of the closet and back into the hallway, closing the door to his bedroom behind us.
“This’ll be your room.” He pointed to the door directly opposite.
“Your manager told me I’d be in a private suite on the first floor.”
“I decided something else.”
“And when did you decide that?”
“Right now.” He jerked his chin toward the closed door. “Have a look.”
Now, if it were a vacation, I’d be over the moon.
The bedroom was spacious, facing west, with a big terrace and stairs that led down to the outdoor pool area.
It had a view of the estate park with the Ardaine skyline on the horizon.
But Lothair wanting me close made me feel on edge.
He didn’t do it because he wanted to feel safe; that was for sure.
He observed me, his hands on his hips. “Nice, huh?”
“It’s more than sufficient. Thank you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Where the hell did you learn to speak like that, Terrance? You sound like my high school English teacher. He was seventy. Do you ever swear?”
“Yes.”
“Say something.”
“Now? What for?”
“Say shit.”
“I’m not a parrot, Lothair.”
“Say fucking hell.”
I laughed, exasperated. “How come you’re bored already? It’s not yet eleven, and you had demanding guests all morning.”
He snorted. “You’re one of those people who say stuff like oopsie-daisy or fiddlesticks when they trip, right?”
“No.”
What he did next almost had me knocking his lights out and ending up in jail. That bastard kicked me in the shin. He was barefoot and didn’t use much strength, but it hurt.
“What the fuck, Lothair!” I roared, steam coming out of my ears. Only years of professional training stopped me from punching him on pure instinct. He was unbelievable.
“Ha!” He pointed at me, beaming victoriously. “You said fuck.”
“Of course I said fuck. You fucking kicked me!”
“It was just an experiment. And it worked. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry. Where’s your stuff?”
I blinked, dizzy from the topic changes. “What stuff?”
“Luggage.”
“I have an overnight bag in my car.”
“Huh. Okay. Anyway, brunch.”
Shaking my head, still irritated, I walked after him down to the atrium.
He showed me the kitchen and introduced me to his personal chef, a middle-aged omega with short black dreadlocks and a distinct Southern accent. I liked him immediately. I would have enjoyed chatting with him, but Lothair seemed to be in a hurry.
We had brunch on the patio. While I ate, Lothair spent half an hour on the phone. Then he excused himself and disappeared into the basement studio with a couple of photographers for the rest of the day. In the evening, Carlos emailed me Lothair’s schedule for the next few days.
After eleven, when I was about to go to bed, I spotted Lothair in the pool under my balcony. He swam back and forth, alternating styles. When he began climbing out, water running down his back in rivulets, I realized he was naked. The fucker. I averted my gaze and stalked back into my room.
I jerked off in the shower, thinking about the last omega I’d had sex with. Was it a month ago already? I fell asleep before midnight.
I sat on a chair, facing a tiled wall. The pool was behind me. I could smell the chlorine in the air and hear the whispers of small waves. With the way I was tied, I’d drown if someone kicked me into the water.
I tried to wiggle in the restraints, but they held. What material were they made of? I was a dragon, dammit. I could tear a rope to shreds.
I tried shifting but couldn’t. My body didn’t listen to me.
Had they drugged me? And who were they?
Small spotlights on the walls blinked to life one after another, and Lothair walked toward me, wearing nothing but white underwear.
His muscular body glistened with droplets, and the wet cotton of his briefs was almost transparent, exposing his hard cock.
It was the same as mine. Big and long. I stared at it.
Apart from porn, I’d only seen an omega’s cock hard before.
There was something raw about seeing an alpha like this.
He paused in front of me, eyeing me coldly. Without a word, he straddled me and braced himself on my thighs. He rolled his hips, rubbing his stiff shaft against mine. The water seeped into my clothes.
“I have three omegas waiting for you. You’ll fuck them, make them all come while I watch.”
The dancers were there. They wore high boots and nothing else, and their asses were stained with cum. So much cum. They knelt beside each other, a row of loose, wet holes.
I was naked.
Lothair stood by the window, arms folded. He jerked his chin at me imperiously, ordering me to proceed.
I had to obey.
I knelt behind the first omega, my hard dick aching.
The hole clenched, and a dollop of white leaked out. I knew it was Lothair’s cum. And now I was about to slide my cock through it…
I woke up drenched in sweat. I’d left the balcony door ajar, and a cool breeze drifted in, so I kicked the covers off and to the side. I spread out my arms and legs, lying like a starfish, just breathing.
Slowly, I returned to the real world.
The dream was bonkers, of course, just my mind’s reaction to how Lothair had kept provoking me during the day.
Staying here would complicate my sex life—not because of Lothair. I didn’t give a shit about his shenanigans. But I wasn’t looking forward to months of frustration because I couldn’t bring anyone in here. I’d have to find someone to get laid on the nights I was free. Could I call Hamish?
Hi, I know we called it quits, but I’m desperate. Can I fuck you once a week?
Ugh.
My boss had said a month. One month, and if it sucked, I’d quit.