Chapter 28
Dom
Isaw the little bugger sneaking off through the door to the lower decks.
I wasn’t about to let him go, especially when I knew he didn’t have an invitation.
Grace and I had done a deep-dive on the guest list to make sure Mallory hadn’t fucked with it and just invited her own people.
Even though the invites were exclusive, they could be tampered with so she could sell her own tickets off the books and pocket the money.
I got to the door at the bottom of the steps leading to the upper deck and instantly caught sight of Darcy through the porthole window.
He was out in full view, and anyone walking past the door would have seen him sticking his tongue down the throat of one of the older waiters.
A handsome silver fox, I’ll admit, but probably the worst choice he could have made.
Darcy had him pressed against the wall, his hand wrapped around the waiter’s neck, his other secured on his cock as the man writhed beneath him. Both of them were totally absorbed in the moment. Usually, I’d be happy to watch, but there were too many people around for it.
I pushed open the door, and stepped inside. The older man flinched, scared eyes shooting up to meet mine before Darcy pulled him back into the kiss. I watched them for two seconds before clicking my tongue, annoyed that he would take such a risk.
“Darcy.” I folded my arms and leant back against the doorway, looking at them both pointedly. The waiter jumped away from him, but Darcy kept a firm hold on his cock.
“I’m busy. Leave us alone.” Darcy scowled, not bothering to look at me.
“You’re only two feet away from the deck,” I said. “You know the rules.”
Darcy pulled back from the kiss, his head dropping, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Everyone’s distracted. It’ll be fine.”
“No, not everyone,” I said. “You’re lucky I’m the one who caught you.”
The waiter’s eyes flicked back and forth between Darcy and me. I wasn’t moving on until he got some sense into him.
Mallory Fischer had a strict rule about fraternising with the staff.
It didn’t matter what the event was, where in the world we were, what time of day it was—each guest was absolutely forbidden from having any relations with the staff.
Mainly because Jazz used to be notorious for it and it was bad for the Fischer image despite everyone fucking everyone at those things.
And any staff member caught would be blacklisted from every event in London and never to work in hospitality again. Not that the rich toffs ever gave a fuck. They usually just slipped the staff some money and moved on.
“Fine.” Darcy lifted his head to glare at me before turning his attention back to the man.
“I’ll find you later,” he purred, grabbing the waiter’s tie, stealing a last kiss before slapping his ass.
The man’s eyes lit with fire before he ran off, adjusting his trousers, returning to work pink-lipped and with a hard cock.
“You’re really spoiling my fun,” Darcy tutted as he walked towards me.
He was classically beautiful. You wouldn’t find him out of place in a collection of Grecian statues. He carried himself with ease, and he knew how to have a good time, but he had a habit of taking it too far.
“It’s better I’m spoiling your fun than one of the snitches out there,” I said, flicking my head towards the door.
Darcy shot me one of his charming smiles before his shoulders rolled back, and he popped a hip. “Are you offering for the night, then?” His fingers danced up my arm, his face hopeful.
I’d made the mistake of sleeping with Darcy once or twice a year. We never made any promises to each other, and I usually avoided repeat one-night stands, but we were always at the same parties, and sometimes we were both drunk and bored.
“No.” I frowned at him. “Besides, it looks like you’re going to have your hands full tonight.”
A wistful look passed over his face. “Hopefully.”
“The guy is twice your age.”
“Well.” He threw me a wink. “Twice the experience, isn’t it?”
“Where do you plan on going?”
“Oh, Dom, you’re so forward tonight! Why? Do you want to take part?”
“I’m more concerned about you getting caught fucking one of the waiters out in the open. That’s pushing it, even for you.”
“Ah. Yes. Unfortunately, you have a point.”
“And?”
“I guess I’ll just have to find somewhere more private.”
I pursed my lips, wondering if the idea forming in my mind was really worth it. But from the gleam in Darcy’s eye, I could tell he didn’t give a shit about whether the waiter was fired or not. He only wanted to get his dick wet.
Sighing heavily, I shook my head as I looked down at him. I was exactly the same up until not too long ago. To be fair, I still could be if I wanted to, but at least I didn’t hurt anyone when I was fucking around.
Until Harry. Until this crush started pulverising me.
“You can have the key to my room. But on one condition,” I said, running my tongue over my teeth.
“Really!? Of course. What is it?” Darcy beamed.
I curled my index finger and notched it under his chin. With his head tilted back, I had his full attention. “You keep it down, alright? Nothing after the fireworks.”
“Loud and clear, Captain.” He grinned. I pursed my lips before releasing him, reaching into the inner pocket of my dinner jacket and pulling out my key.
Giving up my room was better than the waiter losing his job. Although I had tonight all planned out from start to juicy finish, I wasn’t going to be partially responsible for a guy getting fired just because I wanted a guilty wank.
“Take care of yourself, okay?” I said as I handed it over.
His face slipped into one of those sultry smirks I was used to. He lifted the key to his lips, kissing it as he held my gaze. “I’ll try.” He threw me another wink before shooting off, probably to find the waiter again and stop him from doing his job.
I watched him go, my face softening into a stupid smile as I rubbed my neck.
My mind flew straight to Harry. I’d had years of sleeping around, of hooking up with any guy that brewed even a spark of attraction, and now all I wanted was him. I was lying to myself when I said I could still fuck around.
I was such a sappy piece of shit. I saw how he was lusting after me when we were down in his room. He could have easily let me go for his cock, undone his trousers, and let me suck him off. His nails would have dug into my scalp as he trembled and moaned.
And we could just keep pretending he didn't have a fucking fiancée that he was so in love with that he told her that every night after he came.
Harry usually stayed until at least 2AM at these things. Mallory scolded him if he left before 1AM, but he always put in extra effort to stay until the last guest. If Darcy needed a few hours, he could sneak off during the evening drinks and be done by midnight.
After that, it would be time for Harry to open his present, and we could have our fun.