Page 10 of Dark Seduction

As I entered the club, I spotted Ryan running around and trying to get the few people out that happened to be there on a Monday. It appeared Monday wasn’t a busy day, and he wanted to get home early. So did I, except I got stuck with Charles, and I could tell he was going to be a handful, and he would drive me crazy if I let him.

Max once again took advantage of me. I had to keep Charles from killing himself because it appeared he was headed down that path. Being in New York, there were more than enough men to have asphyxiation sex with him. Not me at any cost.

“I’m going to get a drink.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I didn’t hear Charles, because if I had, I would have warned the bartender not to give him one. All I was concerned about was Daniel. “Ryan, where’s Daniel?”

Ryan turned and his eyes grew wide, not expecting to see me. “He said he was going home and preparing dinner because you were working late, and he didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Oh shit. I have to leave.” When I turned I saw Charles leaning over talking to the bartender with hundreds of dollars lying in front of him, along with four shot glasses and a half bottle of Russian Vodka. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I whispered and rushed to the bar.

“Don’t you know he’s a minor.”

“I’m not a—” I whisked him out of his chair and out of the bar. When I realized he couldn’t walk and passed out in my arms, I threw him over my shoulder as he began mumbling unintelligent words.

“Shut up and do you have a car?” My car had been dismissed early when I had to continue the meeting with Charles. I thought I’d catch a ride with Daniel at that point.

“Of course, I do. It’s parked over there.” And he pointed, his chest fell against my shoulder, and his head dangled against my chest. He was slim and not a problem for me because I’d played football in college, and I’d kept up my training subsequently. I could bench press his weight and more. However, he felt as if I was carrying a sack of flour. A large sack.

When I strolled closer to the car, the driver jumped out. “That’s Mr. St. John?”

“I’m afraid it is.”

“Did his lawyer tell you that he shouldn’t drink?” I didn’t tell the driver, but Max didn’t tell me anything. Not even that Charlie was obnoxious and older than his years, a pain in the ass, and there was no way I could be responsible for a young man like him who was bent on killing himself for a sexual experience. I wasn’t a babysitter or a boyfriend, or a one-night stand. Charlie would require lots of man hours to deal with the likes of a spoil brat.

“Help me get him into the car and take me to his apartment.” I handed him over to the driver and I opened the door.

Chapter 7

Cole

I’d been nervous duringour ride to Charles’s apartment in his limo. I didn’t know what to expect, but being with him and hearing his conversation led me to believe that anything could happen, and I’d better be prepared.

He’d fallen forward on my lap conveniently with his head and his face plastered between my legs. I’d tried several times to sit him upright, but whenever we stopped at a light or for a pedestrian, he’d lurch forward, and his face would end up on my crotch.

I glanced in the mirror to see if his driver was looking before I pushed him and pulled him up, only to see Charles do the falling thing all over again. The driver never looked in the mirror. It seemed he had instructions not to be distracted by what was happening in the back seat, and he followed directions to the letter. Yet, I was determined not to let Charles stay in that position, no matter how often I had to jerk him by his hair.

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