Page 10 of Fixate
It depended on my mood.
“Try to rest. I’ll see you tonight,” I told Stasia before I shut her door and sent her back to the hotel. She’d be in her suite, showered and bored out of her mind in an hour.
I had other things to do, namely meeting my old friend and seeing who he brought with him. If my suspicions were correct, it was someone I’d hoped to meet for many years.
The hotel staffI employed knew to be discreet at all costs. We had strict policies to keep our guests protected.
They also knew to alert me if certain people from my approved visitor’s list arrived, particularly if they were someone I’d booked the stay for.
I received notification of Dante’s arrival while I was working with my team to make sure the insurance claims were properly filed. While I worked both on the right side and the wrong side of the law, I kept each part as distinctly separate as possible.
“Take care of it, Pierre. I don’t want to come back to you telling me there’s nothing to be done,” I told the young man who helped with all my paperwork. He was something of an assistant, though I hated to give him the title. It didn’t cover what he did well enough.
His clearance on the legal side of the business was just under the level Stasia and I had. He could do just about anything we could, minus a few security-related actions.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Lyon. This will be handled by the time you finish greeting Mr. Dante.”
I appreciated him not using Dante’s last name in mixed company. While someone named Dante could be anyone, there was no denying the Romano name and what it meant.
Though Pierre knew there were two sides to the Lyon businesses, others did not. I had no plans of sharing that information either.
At the elevator, I inserted my private card into the panel. It would grant me direct access to the floor Dante was staying on.
When I arrived at the suite I’d set up, I knocked and waited for them to open the door. I could have easily gone inside using the same key I had, however, that seemed rude. I especially didn’t want to catch him in a possibly compromising position.
No need to soil a good relationship with impatience.
Dante opened the door, revealing him and another man. I knew without him telling me that this was the man he’d been hung up on for years. The one he called Preacher.
Through the years, we’d talked and dined together numerous times, mostly when I ventured overseas for a buying trip. Each meeting ended with him sharing a bit more about the man he’d left behind, the one who would always have his heart.
I commiserated with him each time. Not only because losing someone was hard, but because I understood wanting someone you couldn’t have. Stasia made a great business partner, and I loved her dearly. Still, nothing could replace the feeling a romantic relationship provided.
Especially a romantic relationship with Daddy/boy dynamics.
Our shared kink brought us closer together. We could understand each other in a deeper way, despite me being a Daddy and him a boy.
The man I suspected to be Preacher looked me up and down slowly, as if he were cataloging details about me. I didn’t let it get to me. He wasn’t the first to find my appearance startling.
Smiling at him, I said, “It happens to me all the time. I always find it funny.”
I reached my hand out to shake his hand. He didn’t say much, though he did wrap himself around Dante, a move I found to be possessive and amusing.
“It’s good to see you again, Dante. And might I say, you are radiant today. I think having your Daddy around suits you quite nicely.”
Dante’s jaw dropped. He likely forgot our late-night discussions considering his drunken state each time. That or he’s surprised I clocked their relationship so easily.
“I’m guessing you made the connection that he was my boy without him telling you. He appears stunned at you mentioning it,” Dante’s Daddy said with a laugh.
With a nod, I waved a hand toward the room since they’d left me in the doorway. “May I?”
“Of course. Sorry about that. I needed to get a feel for you before anything else moved forward.”
Since this conversation might be long, I took up a seat in one of the wingback chairs across the room. They were some of my favorite pieces we had in the hotels. I’d requested them for every suite and even in my office.
“Understandable. I would be the same if I had a boy of my own.” I paused at the confused look he gave me. “I’m sure Dante has told you I am married, yes? Well, that is more for alliance purposes. My wife is in name only, and she takes to having her own partners in her bed at night. I would do the same, but I have yet to find the right fit for me.”
“Ahh. I understand. Well, I do hope that boy of yours finds you one day.”
