“You still look fucking delicious.”
“Stop. No flirting, innuendos, whispering or touching while we’re away. I just wanna do what you need me to do and go home.”
“But what if I need to cum?”
He stares blankly at me, unimpressed.
“Then use your hand.”
“Eh. There are plenty of guys back home. I won’t need to resort to using my own hands.”
The comment has the impact I wanted as he clenches his jaw and turns to look back outside. I’m not going to do anything with anyone, I just want Simon to acknowledge he wants me too. Badly.
The car remains in silence, but not awkward as we drive to the airport. The journey flies by, and upon arrival we are escorted to the private lounge where Enrico, Lucas and Mark are waiting for us. I haven’t seen Enrico since our last meeting after we found him, and the time apart has affected him. He is less put together and he looks to have lost a little weight. Not that he needed to. But that's his problem.
“Ready for home?” I say to my brother who is sitting like a child waiting to be scolded by his parents. He needs to grow the fuck up.
“You’re a piece of shit, Carlos. Who's this guy? Boyfriend?” he says in a high pitched voice, meant to belittle my sexuality.
“No. Simon is helping us out on this trip. Not that I have to explain it to you.”
“Whatever. Just be careful, Simon. He likes to dip his pen in the office ink.”
I go to speak, but Simon saves me the job.
“Why don’t you shut the hell up, fuckface? Nobody is interested in anything you have to say,” Simon says before taking a seat on the opposite row of seats and starting to flick through his phone. I’m impressed.
“Do you know who I am, little bitch?” Enrico shouts at Simon. Simon doesn’t look up, and responds by giving Enrico the finger. Lucas and Mark chuckle and I can’t help but smile. It's good to see I’m not the only person Simon can be a dick to.
“I think it's best you don’t talk until we land,” I say as I lean against the window where we have a clear view of my father’s jet. The groundmen finish their checks so it won’t be long until we’re allowed on board.
“Carlos, they‘re ready for us to board,” Lucas says.
“Let’s go,” I say to everyone, and Simon looks up and pockets his phone, following us all out onto the tarmac, unaware of the trouble that lies ahead of us.
19
SIMON
F eeling nauseous about the unknown, I trail behind the guys as we walk up the steps to the jet. I’m about to embark on a
journey with strangers, well, apart from Carlos.
I step on board last and take in the sleekness of the cabin. No money spared. Large leather seats, plush furnishings, shiny wood panelling. It smells like new, similar to that new car smell. I walk down the aircraft along the polished floors, my boots clicking with each step as the flight attendant vanishes behind a curtain.
As I reach the center of the cabin, Carlos is sitting there on his own, legs crossed with a grace like he rules the world, along with a glass of dark liquor already in his hands. I turn to see the others have seated themselves further at the back, and I’m trying to decide where it would be safer to sit.
“Sit,” he says, pointing at the seat directly in front of him so we’d be facing one another.
“This wasn’t part of the deal. Shouldn’t I be with the others?”
Carlos looks at me, and I mean really looks at me—his eyes slow and sharp like they are undressing me without even touching me.
“Don’t act dumb, Simon. You know what this is.”
“Yes, a favor, control, a game.”
Carlos smiles and puts his drink on the tray next to him.