Page 50 of Losing My Rejection

“Yeah…” He looked a bit embarrassed, his cheeks tinging pink. “Almost didn’t get him but I’m glad I did in the end. Not sure what my life would look like without him.”

“I hear you there,” I replied, patting him on the shoulder. “Josh was a huge pain in the ass too, but it was worth it.”

Just as Vincent opened his mouth to reply, Sam was suddenly standing next to us. “I love you two to death, and I really appreciate everything you’re doing. But, could we please get everything set up before we start socializing?”

It was obvious to see from the look on his face that Sam was more stressed than he let on. Apparently throwing a giant party was a bit more work than he anticipated. His full moon parties were easy because all he had to do was rent out the pavilion at the park and bring the food there. But throwing a party here at the hotel was a lot more involved. Not to mention the guests would be arriving any minute and at least three of the tables were still empty with food getting cold in the kitchen.

“Alright, alright,” I laughed. “Don’t worry we’ll get it all taken care of. We still got a half hour until everything starts.”

“Sorry,” he sighed. “Maybe I’m just a bit wound up…”

“Tell you what, why don’t you go get a drink and relax. Vincent and I will make sure everything gets laid out.”

“What about the cake? It’s supposed to be the centerpiece of the party.”

“Josh has got it all under control and he’ll be here soon. I just had to send him back to the cafe to get the last pieces of it and then we’ll assemble it here so there are no accidents. Okay?”

Sam nodded. “Okay.”

“Good boy,” I said, patting him on the shoulder. “Now go away so we can get our work done.”

Sam grumbled as he walked back to the front desk. It had been transformed into a bar for the evening and was currently decked out in several dozen bottles holding various liquids. I watched him for a moment as he grabbed himself a glass and started to pour.

I was just about to turn back to my work when Josh came waltzing through the front door with a pair of cakes in his hands. Dropping what I was doing, I rushed over to help him, making sure nothing accidentally ended up on the floor.

“I’ve got it,” he grumbled, letting me take one of the cakes begrudgingly. “I can carry a cake.”

“I know you can, babe,” I replied, giving him a quick kiss. “But Sam is on his last nerve and if he sees you’re carrying his centerpiece with one hand, he might melt down and kill us all.”

“Oh.” Josh glanced over at Sam who was already halfway through his first drink and chugging the rest. “Well, hopefully he’ll be drunk before then.”

“At the rate he’s going, he’ll be passed out before the party starts.”

“Want to help me grab the rest?”

“Sure.” I turned back to Vincent. “You got the food covered?”

“Yep.” He waved us both on. “I’ll take care of it.”

For the next twenty minutes, Josh and I brought in the sections of the cake and began to set them up. Using dowel rods and several plexiglass supports, we built a five tier cake that stood at least four feet tall. It would’ve put any wedding cake I’d ever seen to shame. After it was assembled, it was time to pipe the final details and begin covering it in a veritable smorgasbord of Christmas decorations.

By the time the first guests began to arrive, the cake was decorated, covered in baubles, and even lit with a few small battery powered light strips. It was easily one of the best centerpieces I’d ever built and I didn’t particularly ever want to do it again. In the meantime, Vincent had finished setting out all the food and Sam was at least two drinks deep into the party already. He greeted the guests with ample enthusiasm and a small slur to his words.

I grabbed Josh by the sleeve and drug him toward the elevator. “Come on,” I said, answering his quizzical looks. “I just need a breather for a minute before I start being social again.”

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Josh stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, placing a few kisses on the back of my neck. In the meantime, his hands steadily inched their way lower until he grabbed a handful of my cock through my jeans.

“Feeling a bit frisky tonight?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him.

“Being this close to you always makes me frisky.” His kissed my neck again, nibbling at the skin. “That’s why I like you so much.”

“Oh… I thought it was because I was your mate,” I scoffed. “Not just a hole for you to fill every night.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it. And I’m pretty sure it’s every night and every morning, you slut.”

“How dare you.”

“How dare I what? Tell the truth?”

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