Page 7 of Enslaved

I did. And his fiancé was far from the type he preferred. Alex often went for men as much as women. I’d feel bad for him if I had the ability. Helena won’t put up with being made a fool by Alex’s indiscretions. She’s a calculating, cold fish. Appearance means everything to her wealthy Greek family which dates back almost as far as mine. She’s going to have Alex’s balls locked in a vise—day two of their marriage.

I met Alex decades earlier at an exclusive boarding school for boys in Scotland. It was a harsh, cruel, and rigorous place, but I excelled at all those things. Alex grew up just as privileged as me but attached to his nanny’s breast until his father had enough of his cosseting and wanted Alex to be raised to be a real man.

The two of us were the school’s misfits. We forged the most unusual alliance that remains unbreakable today. I helped Alex cope with the brutal life at school and he, in turn, taught me how to blend in…how to pretend to be alive on the inside. The two lost boys became powerful men, still looking out for one another like brothers.

“Make sure no one touches her.”

“Bloody hell, fine. But I might need to relieve myself of a few urges. Your yacht in the middle of the Med is the perfect location to do just that.”

“Fine. No cameras, no real names…our secrets must remain, our secrets,” I had replied in low, clipped tones.

“I know, Christos.I’ll take care of her.”

“The bloody hell you will.”

“I’ve never heard you this excited to get your hands on a woman. If I didn’t know better, I’d think there was a heart beating inside that ice box chest of yours.”

“Not a chance in hell of that. It’s still a black hole.”

“I envy you. You’d be better off marrying Helena than me. Christ, that woman scares theshiteout of me. I’m going to get soshit-facedon our wedding night—I’m hoping to get whiskey-dick for the first time in my life. Christ, maybe I’ll dip into one of the bridesmaids just to get laid on my wedding day after all.”

“If you do…it would be no one’s business but yours.” I keep his secrets and he keeps mine. “I have some business to attend to in Athens. I’ll take the Heli and land aboard, at the end of next week. The wedding’s when again?”

“At the end of the summer. Christ, I can’t believe she bought the story I gave her about helping you set up an international office in Capri for your company.”

I grunted into the phone, as I listened to him bitch.

“I’m going to make the most of my last months of freedom. By the way—thanks for letting me crash on your yacht. I’ve already ordered twins—from Brazil.”

“Have your fun, but make sure it’s over by the time I arrive.”

“Will do mate. But I can’t believe you won’t be indulging in my pussy party. That Yank must be one sweet little piece.”

My eyes dropped to the candid photo of her my PI snapped and pinned to her file. “She will be. My instincts have yet to fail me. She’s ripe. Hasn’t been touched in over a year. She’s one of those relationship types.”

“Bloody boring if you ask me.”

I smirked. Alex loves filthy, dirty whores who don’t mind being double stuffed often while he alternates between a man and a woman in the same bed.

He knows not to even think about me in that way. But I’m immune to it all anyway, almost bored by his orgies. My tastes are the opposite of his.

Young.

Inexperienced.

Virginal.

I get whatever glimpses of pleasure I can by being the first to seduce them into our dark world. After that, Alex benefits from the fruits of my labor. I’ve passed many girls on to him when I’ve gotten bored. But this one—something tells me this one; I might not ever share.

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