His Little Secret in Discretion (The Discretion Dynasty Russel/Newman Family Trilogy)

Chapter 1

Chapter one

Blaine

“Mr. Porter? Mr. Porter.” My secretary’s knock was followed by the voice I dreaded most.

“Open the door. I know he’s in there.” Killian.

I groaned, sliding under my desk like a kid hiding from the bogeyman.

Was this childish? Maybe. Was I afraid? Yes… Why? Because my best friend, or rather in his eyes, acquaintance, was coming into my office to make my life a living hell, and I was about to quite literally shit my pants.

The door opened. “He was here a minute ago,” my secretary chirped. “Asked for a Snickers and Hershey’s kisses.”

Killian sighed. “When does that idiot not have chocolate in his mouth?”

I had to roll my eyes. Yes, I had it every day, but he didn't have to exaggerate... Fruit exists, not that I would eat an apple before candy—

“Blaine,” he said flatly.

I pulled myself farther into the corner. Maybe if I'm still enough, he won't see me—

"I can see you, you idiot. Get up!”

Dammit. Busted. I looked over to see the devil himself staring back at me. I whined as I stood up and looked over to my traitor secretary.

“So... you let him in, but my request for my midday snack goes unnoticed, huh?" I asked, outraged.

Killian shoved me into my desk chair. I gaped up at him in shock as he dismissed Wendy… or was it Kelsey? Regardless… the nerve of this man.

"What the hell is wrong with you this morning?" he barked like the hound he was.

I spun my chair away dramatically. He spun it back, eyes narrowed. "Answer.”

"I'm going through withdrawal, Kiki… I can't control my symptoms," I said, shrugging.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you can't." He pulled a Snickers bar out of his pocket and held it at the edge of the desk. I made a move to reach for it, and he moved it away.

"Why did you cancel our meeting this afternoon?”

I sighed as I snatched the bar from his hold. I tore the wrapper with my teeth. “Because we’re going to the club. Masahiko’s buddy has a bachelor party. He can’t make it, so… invitation extended to us.”

“We’re not going.”

“Why not!” I whined.

His glare could’ve sent me six feet under.

“Blaine... need I remind you that you have a company to run, and I am getting sick and tired of feeding you all the damn time and being your babysitter. It's time you grew up and started taking some responsibility."

I made a face as I took another bite of the chocolate bar and raised my hand to silence him.

"Listen, Kiki… you may be wise or smart or whatever you tell yourself in the mirror every morning, but you are not my father… Even though you're scaring me into listening to you, we are going to that party whether you like it or not."

He tilted his head before nodding. "OK. We can go under one condition."

"Dealing with the devil, I see… All right, give me your worst, Lucifer." I smiled.

"You refrain from having any kind of sexual interaction with any woman. Tonight will be strictly platonic."

My eyes widened.

"Kiki... you've got to be kidding me," I groaned.

He shook his head as he turned to leave the room. "No arguments, Blaine… my decision is final. Besides, it would benefit you to think with your brain rather than your stomach or dick.”

I scrunched my face at his revelation. This idiot is punishing me with a dry spell... Who the hell does he think he is? I groaned, taking the final bite as I leaned my head back and sighed.

Maybe this won't be so bad… Couple drinks, couple guys… hanging out… at a sausage party where I can have contact with no women… and no sex.

Oh, who am I kidding? This is going to be the worst night ever.

“Killian, so glad you could make it!” one of the men boomed.

I scoffed as Killian soaked up the attention with his trademark smirk.

I was the one who dragged him here, and somehow he’s the star of the show? Not fair. Not fair at all.

“Likewise, gentlemen. First round’s on me,” Killian said smoothly, tossing me a look just to twist the knife.

"You're trying to steal my spotlight..." I muttered.

"I know."

I rolled my eyes, sinking into the VIP couch cushion while the drinks started flowing. Women drifted through the club, carrying trays, swaying onstage, and I did my best not to look. Couldn’t have much fun with Lucifer sitting next to me, arms crossed like my penis parole officer, now could I?

A few bourbons were placed on the table, and I sighed as I turned to grab one, but I stopped in my tracks.

“Here you are, gentlemen. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”

God, her voice sounds like she's a damn angel… almost like she was singing a wonderful song that was, unfortunately, making me uncomfortable in these pants.

Snap out of it, Blaine.

I looked over at her, and my mouth went dry. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Blonde bouncy waves. Plush lips. Eyes bright enough to gut a man or put him on his knees. And that smile… sinful, innocent, dangerous, breathtaking all at once.

One of the bastards at the table beat me to it. “Sit and have a drink with us, baby.”

I considered strangling him. Or thanking him for the suggestion.

She only smiled, shaking her head. “Sorry, not tonight. I’ve got other tables full of men ready to waste their money, so there's no bribing me, unfortunately."

"I see you're not one to be bought easily, hmm?" another one said, laughing with the others, but I remained silent as I watched her roll her eyes and stand with the tray by her side.

"Let's just say I like to keep my options open.” She winked. And then—she looked at me. Just a flicker, a spark, a little smile before she turned. My jaw clenched, my head turning discreetly as I watched her walk away.

She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid my eyes on… the definition of gorgeous, and to put it quite crudely... so was her ass—

Smack.

I looked over to see Killian taking a sip of his whiskey as if nothing had happened.

"I said no sexual interactions," he muttered.

I rolled my eyes. "Staring at a woman doesn't equate to taking her back to a hotel room, Lucifer. I'm still playing by your stupid rules for the night,” I snapped, downing my drink

"Good."

When he wasn’t looking, I glanced around the club discreetly, trying to find the sexy little vixen.

I couldn’t stop tracking her across the room.

She laughed too hard at an old man’s joke, fluttered her lashes just enough to secure a bigger tip.

She was a hustler. Dangerous. Fucking perfect.

And my cock? Fully on board with that fact.

I’m sure my continuous effort to hide my growing excitement said plenty.

Talking to her wouldn't be a sexual interaction... but Lucifer, on the other hand, was watching my every move tonight... Tonight. I glanced over to the clock to see it was miraculously 11:59 PM, and as if I was fucking Cinderella, the clock struck 12 AM.

I stood abruptly, prepared to make my move.

Killian looked over to me. "Blaine, sit down. I said no women tonight for you.”

"Yes, yes, I know, Kiki, no women tonight. However, unfortunately for you, tonight... is now tomorrow. So, I no longer have to listen like a good dog. I'm a free man now.”

“Hundred bucks says he gets rejected,” one of the idiots muttered.

Killian chuckled darkly. “Gentlemen, please… don’t insult him with pocket change. The woman said it herself. We have money to spend like there's no tomorrow. I raise your offer tenfold."

"You're really betting $1,000 to see me fail?" I asked, appalled.

Killian shook his head. "You're right. Let's make it $10,000."

The men nodded and continued to place bets as I scoffed and walked away. Their laughter followed me as I strode toward her. Let them bet. Let them doubt. None of it mattered since I was already going to win tonight.