Chapter 9 #2
“Sparkling water, please.”
“Very good.” He scurried away.
“Lucinda, are you okay?” Evan touched my arm.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” I snagged a piece of cheese from the fruit plate in the center of the table. “How is your trip so far? Having fun?”
“We are,” Jalen answered. “It’s been really fun and bizarre finding out how much our lives overlap. Seems crazy that our paths haven’t crossed before now.”
“Mysteries of the world.” I giggled.
“Right.” Jalen grinned and then side-eyed Evan.
“What’s up, guys? You’re acting weird.” I took another piece of cheese, but it wasn’t settling my stomach. I picked up a grape instead. Why was I stress-eating?
“Well, Jalen and I would like to speak to you about doing a scene with us,” Evan began.
Jalen nodded vigorously.
“A scene with the two of you?” I blinked, startled by the idea, but not opposed to it.
“Yeah, so we discovered we both have the same fantasy and think your super sweet and…”
“Fucking gorgeous,” Jalen added.
My cheeks grew hot.
“We’re fluid,” Evan said, answering my unspoken question.
“Me, more than him,” Jalen added. “But we both wanted to scene with you.”
“Okay.” I was intrigued. “What kind of scene were you thinking about?”
“We envision some roleplaying and bondage,” Evan explained.
“Do you like to roleplay?” Jalen asked, his eyes hopeful.
“I do.” I nodded. “I love it. I thought I wanted to be an actress at one time, but all my scenes in my head ended up too sexy for reality. My dad would never forgive me if I took up porn.”
I was babbling. Obviously, Marcus and I weren’t exclusive. We’d yet to have a real conversation outside of the scene room. If he was entertaining himself with others, I figured I should, too.
“So, explain the scene to me.” I clasped my hands together. “What do you want me to do?”
After an interesting conversation with Evan and Jalen, I headed to my stateroom to take a nap.
Their scene sounded like a lot of fun, and I’d never been with two guys before, not that I would really be with two guys.
I’d mainly be there to watch, maybe an orgasm or two of the oral variety, but hey, I’d take it.
I was on the upper deck coming down the stairs, when an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a storage closet. It was dark and musty. I clawed at the arm around me. The light switched on, and I spun around, coming face to face with Marcus.
“What are you doing?” I pushed away from him and stumbled back over a stake of life preservers.
“Careful, darling.” He reached out. I slapped his hand away and found my footing.
“Why did you pull me in here?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Afraid Mandy is going to catch us?”
“What?” He looked around. “Mandy? No.”
“I’m leaving.” I tried pushing past him again, but he blocked my escape. “Get out of my way.”
“Please, give me a minute. I need to talk to you.” His hair was sticking out on end, and his face had turned red.
“Are you okay?” I stepped closer. He seemed out of sorts. “What happened to you?”
“No, what?” He brushed his hair off his face. “I’m fine.” He didn’t look fine.
“Listen, if you want to scene with Mindy, that’s fine.” I shook my head and placed my hand on his chest. His heart was racing.
He pushed my hand away and pressed me up against the wall, stepping into my space.
“Will you forget about Mandy?” He exhaled.
“What are you doing?”
“I was told this was one of the few places on the boat without cameras, but they still might have sound.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, anchoring me in place. “The man you’ve been sceneing with, was not me.”
I blinked, waiting for the punchline.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” He shook my shoulders a little.
“No.” I shook my head and tried to step away, but he held me firm.
“I have been negotiating for someone else who wanted to spend time with you.” Sweat popped out on his brow.
I heard the words, but they didn’t compute.
“Lucinda.” Marcus looked around. “Do you know who Zachariah Webber is?
The sound of his name made my stomach cramp.
“How… uhm, how do you know Zach?” I swallowed hard and blinked up at him. We couldn’t be talking about the same person; it had to be someone else. Another Zachariah Webber. It had to be.
“I do business with him from time to time. Also we got to know each other in the community in New York.” He stepped back a little, but it still felt hard to breathe.
“What is this?” I managed to get out. “Why is he here?”
“Well, he actually owns the boat.”
My vision blurred.
“Lucinda.” Marcus rubbed my arms up and down. “Are you okay?”
I thought I said no, but no word came out of my mouth.
“Oh shit, Lucinda.” He gripped my shoulders and guided me sit. The surface was hard and irritated my already sore ass. “Have a seat.”
Suddenly the door opened. A young steward stepped in carrying and assortment of deflated water toys.
“Hey, you aren’t supposed to be in here.” His smirk failed when he looked at me. “Is everything okay?”
“We’re fine.” Marcus held a hand against my forehead. “She’s just feeling a bit seasick.”
The steward’s eyes narrowed.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I held my stomach.
“Okay, yeah, deep breaths and step out onto deck and look out to the horizon. It helps.” He set the toys down and stepped back. “I can go grab someone from medical if you want.”
“No!” I yelled but got myself back under control. “I think I just need a nap.”
“Okay. Drink lots of fluids, too.”
“I will, thank you.”
The steward saluted and walked away.
Marcus waited to make sure we were alone.
“I don’t know how he got you on here or when he came up with the idea to scene with you, but I had to tell you before it went any further.
” He rubbed my hand. “When he told me to negotiate your first scene, I thought maybe it was your kink and because no one tells Zachariah Webber no. But, it was supposed to be one scene, but if he did something last night you didn’t agree on…
” His body shook. “I couldn’t not say anything. ”
I pulled my hand away.
“Went any further?” I blinked. “He didn’t bring me here.”
“Are you sure?” He sat down next to me. “Zach’s reach is wide. I figured you were a former girlfriend. He talks about you like you’re the one that got away.”
“That’s ridiculous.” I stood up. “He’s the one who didn’t want anything to do with me.” I stepped out into the sun but turned back. “He’s the one who left me.”
To his credit, Marcus appeared as confused about the whole thing as I did.
“I have to get off this boat,” I whispered.
“What?”
“I have to get off this fucking boat.”