Desperate to end this conversation, the other conversation with Noah comes to mind. “Distract him, Emile.” Unintentionally, I had distracted him. This is exactly what Noah had asked of me. Though, surely, it was enough.
Dom84: If I turned on my charm, Emile, you would be in my bed right now begging for me to make you come. So to correct you, you’ve yet to see exactly what I can do.
My eyes widen as I read the message. Throwing my phone across the bed, I groan in frustration. How dare he make me feel this way? I hate how my body betrays me, the ache persistent and causing the skin between my thighs to moisten.
The little black box beside me proves too hard to ignore. I open it, removing the balls and juggling them in my hands. Taking a deep breath, I slowly slide them inside, the cold metal causing me to gasp.
My phone chimes, another message from Dominic.
Dom84: No instant response? You must be busy…
I can’t wait any longer. My hands creep down the sheets, moving against my swollen clit. My back arches with every sensation which spreads throughout me, but as the desire becomes too much to bear, I stand up and lean against the wall, the weight of the balls inside of me making it all the more pleasurable.
My soft moans escape until I can no longer take the pressure, and my orgasm rips through me like a vicious wave.
I fall to the ground, catching my breath before crawling back to the bed, where I collapse.
The temptation is too great, and what does it matter? I never have to speak to or see him again.
Emile Cadieux: Your charm is not needed. If I wanted to make myself come, I know exactly how to do it. The only thing I will credit you for is your advice on using my gift. So, thank you, Dominic. I can assure you the pleasure this morning has been all mine.
The moment I hit send, I begin to panic. There’s no way of retracting the message, so I did the only smart thing I can think of.
I hit block user.
Eric’s mother, Vivian, is a gracious host, circling the table as she fixes the cutlery.
The table is set like a picture from Pinterest—elegant and proper, which, according to Eric, is a typical Hamptons’ brunch.
“Eric, darling, do we have enough places?”
Eric counts the seats. “Yes, Mom. It’s only you and dad, me and Tristan, Lex and Charlie, and Emile.”
That exact moment, Mr. Edwards and Charlie arrive, greeting everyone hello as we take our seats instructed by Vivian.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night, Emile?” Charlie asks with a polite smile. “This is your first American wedding, correct?”
“Yes, and it was stunning. Eric and Tristan did a wonderful—”
“Sorry, Mom, I’m here.”
The voice which cut me off sends a chill down my spine. Shit! Why on earth is Dominic here. They just said it was only us!
“Dominic,” Vivian calls, beaming with joy as she requests the maid to set another place. “I didn’t think you could come?”
“Yes, dear brother, what a surprise to turn up,” Eric snickers.
Dominic sits beside me, my eyes refusing to leave the lovely bunch of flowers on the table.
“Change of plans. Something came…” he clears his throat before continuing, “… up.”
I bite down on my lip, praying for a sea breeze to cool down the humid air which hovers around me.
“I’m glad you’re here.” Vivian grins while eyeing Eric’s father. “Shall we eat?”
The conversation is mainly focused on the wedding and the gossip Eric has been eager to share. Mr. Edwards, who appears bored by it all, strikes up a conversation with Eric’s father. By the serious expression on their faces, I suspect it has to do with business.
“You’re awfully quiet compared to this morning,” Dominic says behind his napkin. “Tired, are we?”
“I’m listening to the conversation. It’s a customary thing to do in someone else’s home.”
“Is it? Or perhaps I make you nervous?”
“You do nothing of the sort,” I blurt out, praying my cheeks don’t flush. “I’m hungover, that’s all.”
Dominic pulls back with a smirk on his face. “I forgot you were drunk as you put it.”
“Yes, I was,” I retort, gulping the champagne Vivian served.
“Plan on getting drunk again? I can meet you in the bathroom, and you can blame whatever it is you want to do to me on the champagne. Whatever works for you.”
I throw down my napkin, pushing my chair back with a forced smile. “I’m just going to get some fresh air,” I announce.
“But we’re outside?” Eric quizzes until Tristan knocks his side, causing him to scowl.
Typically, I’d have excused myself to use the bathroom, but that seemed highly inappropriate given what Dominic just suggested. Instead, I find myself in the same gardens as last night, though in the light of day, they are beautiful, full of green plants and blooming flowers.
“Emile,” my name is called, and unwillingly, I stop.
Turning around, I see Dominic just a few feet away, towering with his tall stature in a designer white polo shirt and khaki shorts. Crossing his arms beneath his muscular chest, I do my best to ignore how handsome he looks, given the anguish on his face.
“Why must you insist on following me again?”
“To make sure you’re okay?” His tone shifts, not the flirty jabs he’d taunted me with earlier.
“I highly doubt anything shall happen to me here.”
“Last night would argue that.”
“That’s different,” I mumble.
“He wouldn’t have stopped, just so you know.”
Folding my arms, I stare at this infuriating man. Does he think I’m some young girl who can’t fend for myself? “I could’ve stopped him once the panic eased. I did kick him in the groin in case you forgot.”
“And if you couldn’t stop him? Then what?”
I bow my head, refusing to believe anything else. “I don’t want to discuss this. I apologized for my drunken behavior. What else can you possibly want from me?”
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