Chapter 34 Dom
Dom
Iwas sprinting at full speed as I got to the main deck of the boat. I'd practically thrown myself down the stairs, ripping open the door to stumble out onto the faux wooden floor.
I was determined to make that my last time, but how the fuck was I meant to pull back when he called my fucking name?
Shit, it wasn't even far to the room, but it felt like the longest journey of my life.
All I had to do was stride past the drunk and horny guests and get myself to the doors that led to the rooms. Then down that tight fucking corridor and into heaven.
I spied an unopened bottle of champagne sitting on a table and swiped it as I shot past. The people behind it were too busy licking each other’s tonsils to know I'd stolen it.
Fast, but not too fast. Determined, while exuding an air of ‘nothing to see here’ as I walked down the main deck.
Absolutely unassuming, my hand clenched hard around the bottle, possibly preparing to beat back any drunk fucker that slowed me down.
“Dominic?” The voice echoed from my right, and I stifled my groan of frustration. Instead, I spun on one foot to meet Mallory Fischer's suspicious gaze.
It was time for my party face.
“Oh, Mallory, thank God!” I said, trying to act like I wasn't casually on my way to fuck her very engaged son. “I was hoping to run into you.” I needed to find some way to get her away from the lower deck.
“Have you seen Harry?” she asked. “I don't know why he thinks he can be Director of The Foundation when he left the party so early. Really.” She tutted. “I was planning to visit his room. It's the one place I haven't checked.”
The panic that bolted through me almost made me choke, and I let out an awkward laugh.
“You're looking rather flushed. Is something wrong?” she asked as she raised a penciled eyebrow, a disapproving look dancing across her lips as she saw my dishevelled state. But that was the least of my worries.
“Lord Hastings is up to his tricks again. I just heard one of the waiters saying he's been making the girls' offers.”
Which was completely untrue, but with the stifled environment Mallory had forced on them with all of her ‘rules’, it was pretty common for people like Hastings to hit on the staff, just like his grandson.
“Then do you have any idea where Hastings is?”
“I'm surprised you don't. I thought you normally kept tabs on everyone.”
Which was why it was so hard to keep Harry safe when she wasn't distracted.
Her lips thinned in displeasure, and she sighed, shaking her head. “He really couldn't behave himself for even one night, could he?”
“Why don't you go find Lord Hastings and I'll check on Harry?”
I shrugged, ignoring my urge to glance at the door leading down to the bedrooms. If I showed even a hint of interest in that direction she might pick up on it.
“Bring him here when you find him. I need to talk to him,” she ordered.
I nearly swore as she clicked her tongue and walked off. If I didn't report back that I couldn't find him, she'd go to his room and find us fucking instead. She had the master key to all the suites, and she would let herself in if Harry didn't answer her promptly.
Which meant I needed to keep an eye on Mallory to make sure she didn't go anywhere near it.
My phone buzzed by my hip, and I let myself savour the sweet moment of shame before I extracted it
Molly, are you there?
What's happening? Is everything okay?
Molly, please answer me.
I stared at my phone before looking back at the door.
My shoulders dropped as I realised what the hell I was doing.
“Fucking moron,” I whispered to myself, running my hand through my hair before pushing my palm against my face. “Absolute fucking idiot.” I groaned.
I dug myself into this hole, but I didn't think I could endure it without dragging him down with me.
“For fuck’s sake,” I said into my palm, squeezing my eyes closed. I wasn't meant to let him calling out her name stop me, but I'd been on such an adrenaline rush that I wasn't thinking.
Because, obviously, texting him as his girlfriend and making him fuck himself with a vibrator I sent him was way better than just bursting in and fucking him and making him consciously cheat on her.
Stellar work. A++ behaviour all around.
“I’m so sorry, the signal died.” I texted back, my old friend Guilt beating me with a stick. “Are you alright? I don't know how long the signal will last.”
No, it's fine. We can end it here. I was just worried about you.
If we don't get to talk again tonight, just know that I love you.
What the fuck was I even doing anymore? Was there even a fucking point when Harry was lying down there with his ass out and asking me to come and fuck him?
Why the fuck did I think I had some kind of moral high ground because I chose the less shitty option? It was all going to end the same, anyway.
“Dom?” I dropped my hand from my face, lifting my gaze to find Bunny looking at me with gleaming eyes. “What are you doing out here all by yourself?”
I nearly hugged her as she swayed towards me. Never in my life had I been so glad to see someone who could be just as viscous as me.
“You look like you’ve been busy.” She smirked as she eyed the patch on my shirt I was doing a shit job of hiding.
“Well, you know I like to leave them before they get attached.” Which was rich, coming from me. “What happened to Damien?” I asked as I slipped the phone into my pocket.
“I wore him out,” she replied with a grin.
I was already the king of dickheads, what was one more shit thing? At the end of the day, not replying to Harry and telling him how I felt while masquerading as Molly was probably the best shout.
“Hey, I found the unopened bottle of champagne, and I'm searching for someone to share it with. What do you say? Wanna get drunk and piss off some of the old pervs?”
“Oh my God, do I!”
She beamed as I walked towards her, throwing my arm over her shoulder and letting her lead me to the bow of the boat so I could do everything possible to forget about Harry.