Chapter 7 Reid
REID
Fourteen Years Ago
Laughter could be heard coming from behind the closed door located at the far end of the hallway.
The walls tilted slightly as Reid made his way toward the sound. It was a party! And everyone was invited!
Well, that wasn’t quite true. Yes, it was a party, but only a select few were invited to this midnight soiree.
Gripping the oversized gold doorknob, he turned it and slid through the gap in the doorway.
Inside the room, candles flickered from every corner. Soft jazz music played, creating a sense of rhythm and intimacy for the very exclusive party. Glasses and champagne bottles sat half empty, a clear indication that the festivities had been raging for hours.
Warm and sweaty, Reid walked toward the bed, holding a glass of wine in one hand and a newly opened bottle in the other.
“Here you go, my sweet,” Reid said, passing the naked woman the glass of wine.
“Thank you, my dear. Always such a gentleman.”
“I’d like something to drink,” Nikolai said, his head popping up from between the woman’s legs.
His lips were glossy from the hours spent servicing their client. Giving a woman pleasure required stamina and a lot of hydration.
Kneeling on the other side of the bed was Jean-Carlo, one of the other Diamond Squad boys Mikhail had in his service.
Tonight’s client was Ms. Catherine Devereaux—a forty-something woman with jet-black hair and eyes as pale as Snow White’s skin. She had ordered three men to service her all weekend. It was a treat to herself for inheriting her dead husband’s sixty-million-dollar fortune.
They had no kids, so the entire fortune went to Ms. Devereaux and whatever her heart desired. And this weekend, her heart desired three slabs of beef filling every hole and crevice she could think of.
The woman was liberal and adventurous, and had an appetite that could rival any twenty-year-old man.
“How about you take a drink after you swallow this young man’s cock?” she suggested, eyes filled with lust and desire.
Nikolai’s face went white when he realized that their client was nodding toward Jean-Carlo’s swollen rod.
So far, they’d been able to distract any clients who requested Niko go down on or service another guy. Usually, by Reid quickly jumping in and distracting the client with some sexual move they weren’t expecting, or by suggesting something else equally as tempting.
But this time, he was holding a bottle of wine, and the client was staring directly at Nikolai.
“Umm, sur—” Nikolai began before Reid decided to jump in and save his ass.
“How about we give Niko a chance to wet his lips and recharge his batteries,” Reid suggested, passing Niko the bottle of wine as he climbed onto the bed. “I’ve been dying to get a taste of this thick piece of French meat ever since we first got here.”
The woman’s eyes dilated, no doubt picturing him going down on his friend. He was a pro. He knew how to turn women on.
“I think I like that idea,” Ms. Devereaux agreed, turning her focus toward the naked young man to her right, who was holding his monstrous piece of meat like he was ready for a sword fight.
Reid glanced over at Niko to make sure he was alright. The man mouthed a silent “Thank you” and offered a grateful smile.
He’d promised to always look out for Niko ever since the day they first met. And hey, if that meant he needed to suck a dick here and there, so be it. They were best friends, and he would do anything to make Niko happy.
Niko was his boy. They needed to look out for one another.
Licking his lips, he gripped the base of Jean-Carlo’s thick, uncut dick, then placed the heavy meat into his mouth.
He didn’t mind. He was bisexual, so he had sucked plenty of dicks in his day. Even rode a few when the client requested it.
This was the line of work they were in. They serviced the clients, and the clients kept throwing money at them.
Reid’s eyes slowly opened, taking in the morning sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. For a moment, he forgot where he was.
A lot had happened over the past ten years. Some of it he was looking forward to sharing with his old friend; other parts, not so much.
Reaching over, he picked up his cell phone and checked the time: 6:45 a.m.
He had time for a run before hopping in the shower and making some breakfast.
He wondered what Niko was eating these days. When they had known each other, they were both on strict diets to maintain their muscular figures. Judging by Nikolai’s massive physique, he assumed the man pretty much ate the same thing.
Three egg whites with avocado toast and a steak.