Page 15 of Dark Passion

Chapter 10

Daniel

After searching througha crowd of people rushing past me, I stood in one spot for a few minutes, looking through the haze and fog of the night ocean air, and wasted too much time trying to enjoy it, after inhaling city air for too long, and I lost Charlie.

However, as two men passed holding hands, I stopped them. “Hey, have you seen anyone that looks like Charlie St. John, the actor?” At first they narrowed their glance and furrowed their brow, but it hit them. One guy snapped his fingers.

“You’re talking about that young cute actor who has everyone thinking he’s straight, but we know he’s gay. Every time he comes home from a shoot, he throws one of those parties where you’re nobody unless you’re there. We got invited once, but haven’t been back since we were married...” The guy leaned over and kissed his husband, “We have children now and we don’t get out much, and we don’t want to expose them to the type of lifestyle Charlie leads.”

The younger guy, who couldn’t take his eyes off his partner, said, “This is our anniversary—”

“Congratulations. Now can you tell me if you saw him anywhere in this area?”

“If he’s not in any of these casinos, then he should be at that club that caters to bondage. His scene got too intense for us with children and all. We couldn’t bring ourselves to attend any more of his parties. I hear he’s planning one since he’s been back from filming in South America.”

All I thought about was I didn’t want to walk through another casino, and I took the easy way out.

“I wish we could go,” the younger doting guy said in a soft voice.

“I told you to get that out of your mind, because we have PTA meeting on that night.”

An argument ensued. It wasn’t exactly like an argument. It was one of those fights where you kiss, fuck, and make up afterwards, which made for a stronger sexual bond.

Sometimes you have to clear the air to move forward,I thought, and speaking of clearing the air. I thought about Cole, thanked them, and waved goodbye after they gave me instructions to get to that dance club, which wasn’t really for dancing. I found my way to the taxi stand in the next hotel, and hopped into one and gave him the name of the club and he drove me across town to a large warehouse, and let me out in front.

There were no lines, but there were cars parked in the parking lot surrounding the building. The music was loud, and coming from inside with speakers attached to the building, where the music thumped and beat. I hadn’t been to one of these clubs in years. From what I could see, there were old ships moored to the docks, and the smell of fish undoubtedly indicated this had to have been a shipyard once with old containers somewhere. I wasn’t interested in that. I was interested in finding Charlie, but where the fuck could he be, and how would I find him in this large place?

I stepped up to the door and rang the bell, and someone answered to my surprise. “I’m a guest of Charles St. John.” I didn’t have to say more.

Through a speaker, he said, “Come in, because any friend of Charlie is a friend of ours.” The door opened.

“One more question. Where can I find him?”

“He’ll probably be on the floor dancing or in the loft. Good luck finding him.” And the door closed behind me.

The room was the size of a football field, and he was right. Good luck finding him. Did I have any luck? Let me see. I’d gone to Julian’s place trying to reason with him, and found myself waking up in his bed nude. I’d lost Charlie within minutes of locating him. My luck was shit, and I wasn’t too optimistic about anything at this point. Even the music was so loud that I tried asking someone, and they misinterpreted what I wanted, and I ended up dancing with the guy and couldn’t get rid of him.

“Look, I have to go to the restroom.” That was when I discovered he didn’t speak English. I had to use sign language and then I remembered a few words of Spanish. “El bano.”

“Si. Si.” And he pointed to the bathroom, and I headed in that direction, only to find a line. I waited, because by that time I needed a break.

When I waited for a stall, a door opened, and there Charlie was being backed out with someone holding on to his ass with one large hand, and the other with his hand lodged into Charlie’s jeans.

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