Page 106 of He Should Be Mine
I stare at the clothes now strewn across my bed. My gaze falls on a short skirt. Ah! Of course! It is obvious. Short skirt and thigh-high socks because I have seen the way Dario looks at me when I am dressed like that.
I’ll go for all black. With a long-sleeved, full length tee shirt, to make it a little more discreet in case we are going somewhere fancy. Subtle, natural makeup, with hair up in two bunches, all paired with black ankle boots, and that’s the perfect outfit!
Grinning, I get to work.
Thirty minutes later, I barrel out of my door and nearly into Dario’s broad chest. His dark gaze rakes all the way down my body and then slowly works its way back up. I feel the heat of his attention on every inch of me that he devours.
His eyes finally find mine. I hold his gaze and swallow. Yep. This is definitely the right outfit.
Dario shakes himself as if rousing from a stupor. “Let’s go.”
He turns and heads for the front door. I follow behind. We get all the way to the lift before I realize. Dario didn’t make me walk in front of him. He trusts me with his back.
My heart pounds so loudly I swear the sound echoes around the lift. I may be a silly little gay boy but I’m not stupid. I’ve been around dangerous men for a long time. I know the criminal underbelly of this city. I understand how gangsters think and operate.
Allowing me his back is an honor and a privilege. A symbol of the deepest trust.
I have no idea what I have done to deserve this. But I’m going to cherish it nonetheless.
We leave the lift and step into the cool basement car park. Dario unlocks his beauty of a car. I slide into the front passenger seat. It is my seat now. I belong here, at Dario’s side, and nothing has ever felt more right.
We drive through the midday city streets. I watch all the vibrant life. Fuck, it feels so very good to be out of the apartment. I cannot wait to see the back of that place. Dario is going to get me out, I have faith in him. And freedom is going to taste so damn good.
Dario pulls into a small car park. I stare at the sign.
Marina.
A few hundred feet away, the Thames is glittering in the late summer sun. There is a single storey modern building to the right of us. I guess all the boats are hidden behind it.
“We are going on a boat?” I ask.
“Yes,” answers Dario. “A river cruise, taking in the sights of London. With a champagne lunch.”
I squeal and let out an excited wriggle. “Oh my god! This is going to be amazing!”
Dario smiles softly. Eyes sparkling. He gets out and before I’ve gathered my thoughts, he has walked around and opened my door for me.
I grin at him and regally hold out my hand. He takes it as if I truly am a lady, and he helps me up.
I really, really, could get used to this.
We stroll down towards the boats. I want to loop my arm through his, but I don’t know if he is ready for such public displays of affection. Never mind the fact that I’m still Rick’s, and Dario might be worried about somebody seeing us.
Rick would never tell the informant that the gay boy that was seen with Dario, is actually his. But Rick would still know that Dario dared to touch his property.
The whole thing is such a mess. But screw that. I’m going on a river cruise with Dario and it is going to be the best day ever. I haven’t got time for dark thoughts.
We round a corner, and a yacht comes into view. Sleek, white and gorgeous.
I let out a low whistle. Then I realize Dario is leading me straight towards it.
“That’s a yacht!” I exclaim in disbelief. I was expecting one of the normal tour boats that chug up and down the Thames all day, heavily laden with tourists.
Dario chuckles. “Yes, it is. It is called, The Princess.”
I gawp at him. He takes my arm and maneuvers me along the gangplank.
Three staff members in crisp white uniforms greet us on the deck. One of them hands us each a glass of champagne from a silver tray. I take mine and inhale it so sharply that the bubbles burn my nose.
