The One Addicted(47)

As I enter the bar, I note that Nathan, Chris and Sebastian are already head to head in discussions with Gino and Suzie. Abby must still be getting ready. Sebastian is dressed in a navy suit, and pale blue shirt, no tie and looks good enough to eat. He commands attention even when relaxed with his friends and I’m instinctively drawn to him. Perhaps the silver balls within me are magnetised to his Silver charm? I know I am. At that second he looks up, locating me in the doorway and it’s as though time stands still. The way he looks at me is obscene but sends a buzz all over my skin, awakening my erogenous zones without any contact. Chris is talking to him but Seb’s attention is purely fixated on me and I’m pleased I went the extra mile tonight. I’d done it for me, for work but I know deep-down, I’d dressed for him - so that he could undress me later.

He lifts his pint glass to his mouth and sips, before licking his lips, suggestively, never losing eye contact. My feet are leaden, I can’t move, like I’m frozen to the spot. The moment is so erotic I wonder if I’ll ever be able to just look at Sebastian Silver again, without feeling heat and dampness between my legs. I certainly hope not.

I know he’s thinking about the pleasure balls - wondering if I’d been daring enough but he’d just have to wait. The guessing game could be all part of the foreplay.

Get a grip Lulu, focus now. I smile at their table and force myself to look away, time to begin to do my last minute checks - not because I have to but to give me something to think about other than when I can next sit on Sebastian’s gigantic cock. The staff were milling around, pouring cocktails and setting them up on trays for the guests to sample upon entry. They were lined up uniformly in greys, red and blacks and worked perfectly with our colour scheme tonight and were showcased to perfection on striped, black mirrored trays. I pick one of the red concoctions up, down half of it in one and begin to shuffle a few glasses around in a obsessive compulsive fashion.

“Emergency, fucking emergency! Lu, nobody lit the candles in the bathrooms. For fuck’s sake and that bloody mutt has got gob all down my.” Colin runs past me in a haze of pink, his face nearly the same colour as his salmon coloured linen jacket.

“Calm down. It’s fine. Why don’t you go deal with this.” I air circle his rosy glowing cheeks, “… and I’ll go light the candles, it’ll take me a second and I’ll meet you back down here for the toast.”

“Good. Great. Brilliant. This bloody party is going to be the death of me. I’d much rather put on my onesie and spend the night smooching with Jamesy to Lionel Richie.”

Bollocks, he loves all this grandeur and drama.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you in a mo.”

The lounge and library area is beginning to become chaotic, so I escape through one of the open patio doors in the bar area and head outside. The night air is still balmy and the staff at The Ashton had gone to town decorating the entrance and pathways with hurricane lamps that glow in the dark. I step back and take a minute to enjoy the beauty of the old building. It really does look amazing.

Checking my watch I make the decision to head back inside and sneak up the back route to the honeymoon suite and rooms but something makes me turn and look over my shoulder, out into the circular car park. The hairs on the back of my neck alert me to an uncomfortable sensation. Like I’m not alone and I shiver, to discard the blanket of unease. I scan the multitude of vehicles ahead of me, but most bounce the ambience of The Ashton off their windows, making it impossible to see within; the others nearby, are visibly empty.

How strange!

Don’t over think things, just get back inside.

I rub my hands up either arm, hugging myself against the sudden chill of negativity that hits me. Then taking a last look into the darkness, I walk through the entrance doors and make my way up the stairs. Kick-off wasn’t for another thirty minutes but the gang would be congregating downstairs soon and I wanted to be part of the cocktail hour.


“Hel…lo, Lucia, where did you come from?” He watches her standing on the patio, taking in the view. “Nice fucking view isn’t it? Very nice.”

She looks back towards the hotel and the outdoor lighting shines down upon her glossy hair. She looked hot and moves to head towards the railings. “This way, come to, Papa.”

Narrowed eyes, appraise her, as she suddenly freezes in her spot near the bay trees. “Yes, you’re a clever one aren’t you? Your instincts are spot on.”

He ducks a little in the car, adrenalin pumping, as the object of his affection’s gaze lingers over his car, moves to the next vehicle and then drifts back to him again. This was edge of the seat stuff. Yeah! He can feel the excitement building, his arousal increased at her dismay. She really did look classy. Much better than last time he’d seen her out - less skin on show for that Silver prick to maul.