“Ugh. We still haven’t been to the special peen club your friend Roche recommended.”
My mate hugged me, cupped my ass, and squeezed. “How about we go flying instead? I’ll fuck you on amountaintop.”
“To the glacial lake?”
He kissed my nose. “Yes.”
After sundown, I was on my knees on the top of a mountain, overlooking the star-studded lake. My mate bit my shoulder as he released deep inside me.
It felt like the best way to celebrate.
I didn’t knowhow Paris did it. It was fucking annoying. I had fans, and I liked my fans. Paris had packs of rabid dogs trying to get a bite of him. The crowd in front of the theater rippled like a stormy sea. In the heavy rain, with steam rising from the overheated sidewalks, the scene looked especially ominous.
Under the overhanging roof above the grand entrance, Paris and I stood next to each other, waving at the cameras. Then Paris posed on the red carpet in his hundred-thousand-dollar outfit made of lace and pearls while I waited a few steps to the left. I wore a simple black tux so as not to take any attention from him. It was his premiere, after all, and I was merely here as his plus-one. Terry and Paris’s bodyguard, who I now knew was fittingly named Boone, hovered around with the rest of Paris’s security team, doing whatever they always did to contain the shrieking fans.
Suddenly, a small omega appeared in front of me. Short and skinny with glasses and a cheap suit jacket, he popped up out of nowhere. He thrust a manila envelope at me, and I was too stunned not to take it. Cameras flashed all around me, so the guy’s face was obscured, but I noticed a lanyard with a tag dangling on his chest. He must have been either from the press or some type of staff.
Then the envelope was ripped out of my hand.
“Move!” Boone bellowed, and we were ushered inside.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Terry sniffing the envelope, a murderous scowl on his handsome face.
TERRANCE
It wasn’t a bomb, and there were no traces of dangerous substances on it. Still, the way the little omega had managed to push through and hand the envelope directly to Lothair made me furious.
I should be able to stop things like this from happening!
This time, it was Boone who was apologetic. Tonight was their rodeo. In his defense, the omega must have had security clearance for the event. Paris’s people were trying to find him while Boone and I were stuck at the premiere.
During the premiere, I hid the envelope under my suit jacket. I didn’t trust anyone with it.
Finally, we were back at the hotel. Paris had gone to shower, and Lothair was fixing himself a drink at the bar while Boone was looking at me expectantly.
“So?” Lothair asked.
I unwrapped the string and opened the flap. It was a stack of large photographs. Blackmail, then. How original.
Lothair and me on the street at night, entering a club—one of the adults-only places Lothair liked. Why would anyone think this would hurt us? Lothair’s tastes were well known.
The next photo was of us leaving the same club. Lothair’s hand was on my neck in a way that looked suggestive but still casual enough.
Then came a picture from the inside of what looked like a generic hotel bedroom.
Shit.
They must have bugged the room.
In the picture, Lothair was on his knees, with my dick deep in his throat.
“Well?” Boone urged.
“Someone is trying to blackmail us with pictures of Lothair and me in compromising situations.”
Lothair let out a short laugh. “So what? Everyone knows I fuck around. We can say they’re a few months old.”
I looked at another photograph and froze. This wasn’t Lothair and me. A similar hotel bedroom and a similar bed, but the window was on the other side.
