Page 60 of Privilege
I openly smirk at him. “I’ve been living on pennies and using my trust fund to invest in tech start ups for the past two years,” I say. His eyebrows raise in genuine surprise, as do Rich’s. “Kelladone? Trinity Inc? Melodic?Those are all mine.”
I hear an exhale, and realize it’s Cara. She’s in robotics, and understands what I’m saying. She’d recognize all those names. They’renotstart-ups anymore.
“I don’t need your money,”I say.
A slow smile spreads across Rich’s face. Cara hums with understanding and approval. The sight of them fucked right, messy as hell, and laughing at my dad is better than I ever could have imagined.
“Get the FUCK out!” Dad roars, storming past us and throwing open the double doors that lead into the atrium.
He’s stalking off to his office no doubt, checking up on my information to make sure its good, buthe’s an exceptional businessman and knew I wasn’t bluffing. It was written all over his face.
Heads are going to roll when he finds out I’ve been paying off his key people to stop feeding him information. In the grand scheme of things, he’ll recover, won’t even feel the financial hit long-term. This will mostly be hassle and embarrassment. But it’ll eat away at his brain forever that helost.
And to a gay pervert, no less.
We throw on the rest of our clothes. Cara stays barefoot, hangs her shoes off the back of her finger.
“Where do we go?” Rich asks. “Can I afford a hotel? Am I poor now?”
Cara laughs even harder.
I throw an arm around his neck and roughly kiss the top of his head. “I’ll spot you, okay brother?”
We stumble out of the house and towards the back parking lot where Rich left his Lexus. The two of them are holding hands, so in love it’s physically grossing me out, and I find myself wondering if Rich is sober enough to drive so that I can eat Cara out in the back seat.
“I’m so sorry,” Rich murmurs to her. “I never should have brought you here.”
My heart stalls out momentarily. If he’d never brought her here, she and I never…Heand I never—But before I can spiral he reaches out and takes my hand, same as Cara’s.
“What hotel should we hit up?” he asks.
I shake my head. “We can stay on the yacht.”
Rich makes a face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dane.”
“Why not?”
“Mum and dad are going to be gunning for us. No way they’ll stand for this without, you know, the most severe punishment known to man?”
“Probably,” I say with a shrug. “But what’s that got to do with the boat.”
Rich frowns, and his brow furrows with frustration and annoyance. “They’ll come looking for us there,” he says. “And kick us off. Is it really worth the hassle?”
Cara narrows her eyes at me, and I can see the gears turning. I smirk at her.
“The boat is mine, Rich.”
He blinks in shock, which is a little offensive because clearly he didn’t think I was smart either. But I’ve pulled it off.I’ve pulled it all off.I didn’t thinkit would be while my brother was emptying his balls in my ass, but that’s neither here nor there.
Cara claps with delight. “We get to sleep on the boat after all!” she says.
I picture her and Rich stretched out in my bed, the gentle rock of the ocean lulling us to sleep.
What a fucking privilege, to love like this.
THE END
One Year Later
