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.
Harry
It had been hours since Dom had handed over the key, and I couldn’t keep still. My hand stayed firmly plastered to my hip so Dom didn’t catch my fingers tapping.
I didn’t want him to see anything. Everything dark and delicious that had been simmering inside me was coming to a boil, and I wasn’t ready.
I was changing too much. When Molly came home, I knew I wouldn’t be the same person she slammed the door on.
It didn’t matter who I spoke to, what the conversations circled around, what was proposed or agreed to; it all faded into the background. Because I couldn’t shake the vision of Dom and Darcy locked together.
One moment I was proud to have Dom by my side, the next I resented him for it.
I was stronger than that. I was simply distracted because of my exhaustion. I expected the tension that had been slowly choking me as the vote drew closer to ease, but it was still there, heavier than ever.
And I'd still heard nothing from Molly.
There was a brief lull in the conversation as the guests gravitated towards the centre of the yacht while the staff set the stage for the opera. It was the perfect chance to escape.
Before Darcy, my mind had been buzzing with the prospect of the box Molly sent me that was still in my suitcase. I wanted to confirm my suspicions before anything else.
With an hour-long performance, I could take a quick nap before the fireworks, and no one would notice I had gone.
I casually made my way over to the buffet table. Hours after dinner, most weren’t interested in eating, so I could sidestep a waiter and disappear through the door to the lower decks.
I would pay for it dearly. It was a terrible start to my tenure as Director. Barely hours after the vote, and I was already shirking my duties. But I had been at this game since I was a child, I could afford an hour, at least.
I’d receive a disappointed silence from Dad, and probably a nod of approval from Cat that I was actually getting some rest.
Slipping my hand into my pocket, I tightened my grip on my phone as I descended the stairs. Still no messages, nothing to even acknowledge my success. Molly knew how much this meant to me, and she didn’t even care enough to send a single text. A present before she knew the result wasn’t enough. I just wanted her to be interested enough to ask me what happened.
The thought of Dom and Darcy in the neighbouring room churned in my gut. But Dom was still up on deck, so hoped I could find sleep, or something else, before his evening ‘celebrations’ began.
***
I reached my bedroom with only the slightest delay. A drunk Lord Hastings was far easier to deal with than a sober one.
Every white and gold room was en-suite, filled with all the amenities one could need. I’d already stripped off my suit. Bent over the sink. I splashed water on my face, refusing to look at myself in the mirror.
I knew what I’d find there. An overweight, exhausted mess that couldn’t even hold himself together when he was living the life he’d been fighting for for years. At least in other people’s eyes.
I hoped my grandmother was proud of me. I would prove to her that the fight was worth it, that I would take care of The Foundation properly and treat it with the respect it deserved. All while hoping my girlfriend would text me so I could thrust my fingers into myself on my family's yacht and try not to call out my best friend’s name.
I was down to my briefs when I heard the door slam next door, and I froze. My head whipped straight to the wall to my left, my eyes wide as two muffled voices echoed on the other side, both male, both coming from Dom’s room.
Pressing my lips together, I attempted to stem my anger. It wasn’t the time for it. Just because Dom had grabbed Darcy ten minutes after I left the deck was pure coincidence. It had nothing to do with me.
It didn’t take long for the moans to begin. Considering what he was like at university, it didn’t seem worth attempting to sleep. Which only added to my frustration. I came here to get away from Dom, not to make the desire churning inside me even worse.
Drying my hands, a stab of pain ran through me at the muffled chuckle on the other side of the wall. I stared at the white paint numbly. At least in uni, I didn’t feel like storming into Dom’s room and tearing the other man off him.
I shook my head at my childishness as I lifted my suitcase up onto the bed. My hand twitched, fumbling on the zip before I opened it up and pulled out the box, trepidation fluttering through me.