“Tabloids make up stories like that all the time. You can’t really know who he is until you’ve met him.”
“He hosts sex parties. Am I expected to accompany him at those?”
My boss quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to? It beats hair salons.”
I glowered at him, but Devon just smiled back.
“Give him a chance. I agree he’s probably a self-centered prick, but if anyone can handle him, it’s you. And if, after a month, you hate his guts to the point you’re inclined to kill him yourself, I’ll take you off his account with no hard feelings.”
This was why I loved working for Cassidy and Hassel.
“What time do they want me to be there?”
The mansion was preciselywhat I’d expected—an outrageous waste of space. Three stories of the most opulent architecture stood surrounded by a sprawling park that must have required an army of gardeners to maintain.
I left my car in the circular driveway next to a bright-orange convertible and ran up the stairs. Two statues of dragons guarded the double door, their muzzles snarling and wings flapping. I shook my head, chuckling at the decor. Lothair was such a poser.
It was disturbing how easily I’d entered his home. The guard at the gate had waved me forward without even looking into my car properly, and now the front door stood wide open. I walked through, eyeing the security camera in the corner. It seemed to be on. That was something, at least.
The space led into a bright atrium where two curved staircases met in the middle. To the left was a hallway with several closed doors, and to the right spread a living room area with a library. At the other end, another double door stood ajar, flanked by bookshelves on both sides.
I wouldn’t have guessed the notorious Lothair Courtemanche was an avid reader, but maybe I’d underestimated him. Nah. Most probably, the books were a part of the interior design. I’d bet that if I tried pulling one out, they would all be empty spines, like plastic fruit on a kitchen counter.
“Hello?” I called, and my voice echoed in the empty space. No reply.
I walked through the living room and closer to the open double doors. That could be a study or an office. Maybe I’d find Lothair there. The meeting was supposed to start atten, and my watch showed two minutes past. He must be expecting me.
I frowned at four empty cocktail glasses and a couple of liquor bottles on a coffee table in front of a white leather sofa. Someone had thrown a crinkled white shirt over the backrest, and one of the pillows lay on the carpet. The scene looked like the aftermath of a small party. On a Tuesday?
Lothair’s manager had been adamant I needed to be here first thing in the morning, and now Lothair was going to stand me up because he’d been up late partying. It fit his public image perfectly.
“Hello!” I called again.
A muffled sound came from what I assumed was the office.
Annoyed and out of patience, I pushed the door open…and I froze.
Right before me was an omega’s rosy ass, round and beautiful, cheeks parted invitingly in pure erotic perfection. His hole gaped, white cum clinging to the stretched rim. He lay sprawled over a low two-seater, and he seemed to be half asleep in post-orgasmic lethargy.
I was too shocked to do anything but stare.
The scene unfolded as I scanned the room, my mind blank.
A tall, muscular alpha stood to the right with his back to me, pounding away into a slim omega bent over a desk, his butt cheeks bunching up with the effort. The omega whined and moaned, gripping his ass with both hands and spreading himself out eagerly. Yet another young man crouched on the desk, his ass in the alpha’s face.
The alpha ate out one asshole and fucked anotherwhile his previous conquest watched lazily from the corner.
The omega he was fucking came on a wail and slumped over the desk. The alpha pulled out of him and grabbed the other boy, lifting him effortlessly off the desk and manhandling him onto the floor. In the process, he’d turned, and with his side to me, I recognized him from the abundance of images and movies I’d seen.
It was, of course, Lothair Courtemanche.
His dick swung between his legs, thick and long with no pubic hair or foreskin. An unmated dragon’s cock, slathered with juices. He pushed the small omega into the carpet with one hand and pulled up his ass with the other. He lined up and pressed inside, a predatory smile on his face. Snapping his hips forward, he lifted his head and spotted me in the doorway.
His surprise lasted only a second. Then he grinned.
“I’m almost done here. Wait in the living room, please,” he said in a bored tone, and thrust hard, making the omega yelp. “Unless you want to join in?”
That snapped me out of it.
