Page 26 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
But I didn’t. No, instead I did something stupider. Downing the drink in my hand, and holding in the cough because I realized I hadn’t mixed it, I smiled sweetly at the woman in front of me.
Then I turned my head to the left and caught Sampson’s lips with mine. It was a soft, sweet kiss. The type two people in love shared. Not two perfect strangers.
Sampson tasted like danger, if danger tasted like expensive vodka. As he pulled back, he nipped my bottom lip softly, like he couldn’t get enough either.
He was a good actor, that was for sure. Alexis looked furious. Her cheeks were flushed, even under her perfect makeup. She looked at Otto. “I saw you out there on the dance floor with her. I thought she was with you, but still no one wants you, leech? You poor schmuck.”
Nope. I twisted slightly in Sampson’s arms and I crooked a finger at Otto. He leaned across the small table that held our drinks, and I grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging him in for a kiss. I kissed him possessively, closing my eyes momentarily as I drank in the softness of Otto. Then I opened them and stared over Otto’s shoulder at Alexis. A shit-eating look in my eye, I winked at her.
Well, I did until Otto slipped his tongue between my teeth, and fucked my mouth with his. Oh shit, he could kiss.
“You fucking slut,” Alexis screeched, reaching for me.
Sampson’s bodyguard was there almost instantly, restraining her hand and twisting it behind her back until it looked like a chicken wing. She screamed, bringing in the bouncers. The bodyguard, Evan, didn’t release Alexis until security informed him that she would be removed from the VIP area. Apparently, models didn’t rank quite as high as billionaires.
Alexis’s friend glared at us all. “Good to see Hendrick finally took his dick from your ass and let you get some, Otto.” She let out a fake gasp. Or maybe that was me. “Oh, didn’t your new little whore know that you bend over and suck cock for Hendrick Kenley? Oh, what would his daddy say about that?”
She went to flounce away, but ploughed into the chest of Hendrick himself. “Probably the same thing your daddy would say when I tell him his precious daughter wanted to film herself getting railed by the both of us. Begged, even. I’m pretty sure I still have the recording somewhere. Would be a shame if it accidentally ended up in the wrong hands. Also a shame that I’m such a bad cameraman and didn’t get anyone else's face in it but yours. So sorry… but hey, at least you can say you weren’t in Alexis’s shadow for a moment, right?”
The girl went pale, and scurried away. Destinee looked thoroughly fucked, so I guess I knew where he’d been now. She looked at the girl who was running away, and then back at Hendrick. I had a feeling they were friends.
“Fuck off, Destinee. Your friends are toxic and they’ve killed my night,” Hendrick growled, and Destinee hesitated but stepped away.
“Call me?”
“Not in this fucking century.”
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You are such a fucking asshole. Katrina was right, you fucking homo.”
Sampson’s growl was scary as fuck, and Destinee finally grew a brain cell, almost running out of the VIP area. We were quiet for a moment, each of them looking at me like I was supposed to be outraged or horrified or something.
In all honesty, I didn’t care, not even a little bit. What I did care about was the fact that Sampson was hard beneath my ass, and at some point his hand had slid even further up my thigh. I was still clutching Otto’s shirt, and his lips were so fucking close.
Oh shit. Oh fuck. I straightened, letting go of Otto and sliding off Sampson’s lap. I stood, clearing my throat.
“I think I’m kind of tired.”
Otto’s face shut down, and I had a sudden flash at how that must have sounded. They had no idea that my internal thoughts had cycled around from their relationship, to the uncomfortable ache between my thighs, and my lust for them, to the terribleness of that idea.
I reached out and stroked Otto’s slightly wavy brown hair. “It’s not that. I don’t care about you and Hendrick. Though actually, you could probably do better. I’m just exhausted. It's been an insane day.”
Otto nodded, though his eyes were searching my face for deceit, or my real feelings or something. I kept everything but my complete acceptance of his sexuality from my expression.
“I’m bi. We both are. That kiss…”
I waved a hand to cut him off, trying to ignore how manic it must have looked. “Was just making a point, I know. It's fine. I still have a guy to find. Nemo. That's the point of this.”
Hendrick snorted. “Nemo. We are finding Nemo. The irony of this is fucking hilarious.” He stood, stretching out his body. He had a hickey on his neck and stitches on his head that I hadn’t noticed until now. When did he get those?
Not the hickey. I knew when he got that, and it burned a little more than I wanted to admit. I looked back at Otto. “You can definitely do better.”
Hendrick waved a casual hand. “Just a warm hole, Viva. They mean nothing. The only people who mean anything are right here.” He looked over his shoulder at Sampson and Otto. He looked back at me too, and grinned. “Come on, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we skip the country for a while.”
I couldn't get the way his eyes had lingered on Sampson just as much as Otto out of my head. Did they all fuck? I had so many questions that I didn’t want to ask, not wanting to be rude. It was none of my business who did what. These guys were my meal ticket, literally, and nothing else.
Sampson sighed, scooping the remainder of the Belvedere from the ice bucket. “For the road. What a clusterfuck of a night.”
I should apologize to Sampson for kissing him. Actually, no. It made us even now—both kiss thieves, taking what we wanted without regard.
