Lothair didn’t hesitate. “They are so obviously false that I’m not worried. The official police statement says exactly what happened and how. My security was following me during the attack, and the entire incident was recorded by their dashboard camera. Even if I had a reason to lie, I wouldn’t be able to.”
“Do you have any idea who it was?”
“None. It’s in the hands of the police now. Thank you for coming today.”
When Lothair moved away from the microphone, the reporters began shouting questions over each other.
“Have you been attacked before? Is that why you have your bodyguard with you all the time? Are you dating Paris Olivier? Is it true Paris was in the car with you?”
“My apologies, gentlemen,” Carlos shouted. That was my cue. I stepped forward and hugged Lothair around his shoulders, leading him away. Carlos’s voice carried into the house after us. “Mr. Courtemanche has had a rough day, and he needs rest. I’ve spoken to his doctor and physiotherapist, and his injuries are miraculously minor. However, he’ll be taking a few days off from his grueling schedule. I’m here to answer any further questions you might have.”
One assistant closed the sliding door behind us, and the noise dulled. We walked through the atrium and out toward the pool house. The sauna was on.
Wordlessly, Lothair stripped, and I followed. In the scorching heat, he climbed onto the highest bench and sagged with his back to the wall. I sat on the lower bench where the air was slightly cooler. I needed to stay alert, and the extreme heat would make me drowsy.
For a while, the only sounds were the hiss of water drops hitting the sauna stones and Lothair’s heavy breaths.
“Fuck. I needed this,” Lothair mumbled. “Sauna and a swim, and I’ll be a new man.”
“Carlos promised he’d have them out of the property in forty-five minutes,” I said. “But we’d better wait in here and use the shower to cool down. It wouldn’t be smart to fling ourselves naked into the pool while the park is crawling with reporters.”
“Whatever you say. I’m a good boy, remember?”
Even his jokes sounded tired.
“How are you?”
He shrugged, his eyes closed. “Fine. Business as usual.”
As he perched on the higher bench, his feet were next tomy butt. I stroked his thigh then leaned my head on it and petted his calf. “I’m sorry.”
He spluttered. “For what?”
“I’m sorry this is happening to you.”
“I’m fine, Terry. Thank you.”
He put his hand on my nape, and I felt him relax some more.
“It’s so much easier with you next to me,” he said softly. “You have no idea.”
“I thought I was the annoying stalker, haunting your schedule, bullying you with protocols, and sucking all the fun out of your life.”
He didn’t laugh. “I just hope you won’t get tired of the spectacle surrounding me.”
When Lothair didn’t joke back, things were bad. He must be so drained. I went for the easiest, most effective strategy to distract him. Sex.
“I’ll cope,” I said. “As long as I get unlimited access to your ass.”
His fingers on my nape tightened. “You said you’d do things to me tonight.”
“Yes. When the leeches have left, you’ll be a good, obedient fuckhole for me.”
Lothair chuckled happily. Yep, my strategy had worked. “So obedient. I love your dick and magic cum. I wish I could get wet for you anytime like a slutty omega boy.”
“You have one hole that’s always ready. Why don’t you put it to good use?”
It was maybe one hundred seventy degrees in the sauna, but only higher up. The floor was almost the same temperature as the pool house surrounding it. Lothair climbed down the benches and knelt on the wooden planks, looking up at me from his lowly position. Hemanaged to look cocky even as he put his hands behind his back and bent to lick my swiftly hardening cock.
