Page 54 of Blind Sin

And I’ve got no one to blame but myself.

I head back to the servants’ quarters and into my room. I open my lap top and stare at my screen. I handed in all my course work earlier today so whether I pass or fail is no longer in my hands. As I close down my emails, I type in Peter Waldgrave’s name into the search bar and hit enter. Revulsion hits my senses as his piggy face comes up on my screen. I’ve been keeping a virtual eye on him since leaving the US, watching out for news articles and trying to keep up with where he is in the world and how close he is to us. So far he hasn’t left the US, but that means nothing. He has eyes all over the world and it’s only a matter of time before they find us. The takeover of PLNCO is in the news almost daily, but apart from a lot of boring financial shit, it doesn’t hold my interest. What does hold my interest is a recurring photograph of Jonathan and Mary Dacre, especially now that they are frequently seen in association with Waldgrave. I don’t hate them as much as I hate Waldgrave, but it’s a close second. With a start I recognize the dress Mary is wearing. It’s one of the ones that Dacre forced Lauren to wear back at the apartment before she grew a backbone and a crazy sense of style thanks to Mercier. It means that are back at the apartment. I get a little satisfaction remembering the holes I made in the walls. They deserve a lot worse after the shit they’ve put Dacre through, but one day they’ll get what’s coming to them. Probably sooner than later if Waldgrave fucks them over which he no doubt will. Everyone can see it coming. Only they seem oblivious to the vulnerable financial position they are putting themselves into. Still. I can’t seem to muster up any concern about them. I fixate on the picture of Mary in the dress. It looks god-awful on her, but as I close my eyes, I remember Lauren in it perfectly. How it hung off her thin frame and how pathetic she looked on it but how beautiful she looked too. I slam my laptop closed, no longer interested in thoughts of the people that have fucked me and my family over. My mind is instead filled with images of Lauren both in the dress and out of it and I can almost hear her whispering into my ear how much she liked being fucked by my friends. I unzip and stroke myself to the imagined sound of her voice and all the filthy words that came out of it. I come quickly then the reprieve from anger is over. I shouldn’t be jerking off to her, but I lost my chance to be with her a long time ago. If I’d have known that one time on the boat would be my only time with her, I wouldn’t have spent half the night in an angry mess. I’d have spent the whole night buried in her pussy and then in the morning I wouldn’t have let her go.

37

DACRE

Ineed a drink. I’ve been playing this game with Lauren and Mercier for days now and I don’t know how I feel about it. On one hand, I’ve been having the most incredible sex of my life, and the illicitness is a massive turn on, but on the other, it feels like Mercier and I have become some kind of orgasm tag team, trying to out-orgasm Lauren, and it’s becoming increasingly dangerous. Today is the day that Lauren has her operation. I wanted to go with her, but the second my father’s credit card goes through, my father will find out where we are, blab to Waldgrave and we’re as good as dead. I decided to stay back and try to figure out how to move money into my own back account to pay for the operation and left Lauren in Lucinda and Mercier’s capable hands. Given that I'm without financial resources and my parents have frozen any existing accounts I do have, we’re basically up shit creek without a paddle, oar or stick to get ourselves out of it. And it’s my fault. I’ve been so preoccupied with fucking Lauren and creeping around like some kind of loser, that I’ve not been spending my time on figuring out how to get us out of here.

My mind instinctively goes back to the night where Mercier and I fucked Lauren together. I know I’m not into Mercier and I honestly thought my first threesome would be with two girls. I mean, it’s every guy’s dream, right? Except I don’t want to sleep with Lucinda. Even if she is smoking hot. It’s the night with Mercier and Lauren that’s taken over my mind and soul. I’m pretty sure I’m fixating on it because we made Lauren come so hard, she squealed and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

I honestly don’t know what to think and now I’m hiding out in my room because things are becoming too good and apart from the fact it’s the most thrilling thing that’s ever happened to me, it’s also scaring the shit out of me.

“You’re going to turn into me if you hide out any longer,” Josh jokes from behind my door.

“Please tell me you have alcohol?” I shout back to Josh through the closed door. He opens it and leans on the door frame. He’s wearing his swim shorts and nothing else.

“You sick?” he asks. “You’re not fretting over Uni are you? We all handed in our final coursework and I’m pretty sure you aced your finals.”

I nod my head, knowing that anything I say, Josh will pounce on. I can’t lie to him. He’s the closest thing I have to a brother and the closest person in my world.

He lifts an eyebrow, “So it’s nothing to do with the fact that you and Mercier are fucking Lauren and your pussy ass is scared Luce will find out?”

I rest my head in my hands. “Fuck, man. Why not say it louder. I don’t think the people on Bora Bora heard you.”

He laughs. “Everyone is out on the boat. Lauren saw something the other day on the mainland and she wanted to take Lauren. Probably some dress or some shit. Mercier offered to take them. It’s just you and me. He runs his hand over the stubble that’s beginning to grow on his chin. “Come on, we’ll get you that drink and then you can tell me why fucking the woman you’ve been pining after for weeks is worth hiding in your room over.”

So no one has told him about Lauren’s operation. I felt sure Lucinda would have mentioned it, but I guess it’s her call to make. I’d forgotten how much I liked hanging out with Josh. for a long time it was just me and him against the world. Before Uni and Mercier, before Lauren and Lucinda and a huge fucking kidnapping deal. That’s what I should be focusing on, not worrying that I practically fucked my best friend.

We head to my father’s drinks cabinet where I pour us a double Jack Daniels each. We are near to the end of the bottle, but I know my parents well enough to know that they’ll have more in the store room. They don’t party often, but when they do, they make sure it’s legendary and that the drinks never run out.

A slight breeze runs through the open doors and windows, giving us respite from the hot air.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

Josh raises an eyebrow as he takes a seat on the sofa, putting his feet up on a large ottoman.

“That you are fucking Lauren? A bit.” He doesn’t look bothered. In fact this is the calmest I’ve seen him in weeks. Months even. “I’m just biding my time, letting you losers be with her before she comes to her senses and decides she wants to be with me.”

I can see it in his face that he’s joking and trying to play it cool. No one has stopped him being with Lauren and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t say no either. I’ve seen the way her head trails him when he’s in the room. I wonder if he really does care and is trying to hide it because we have enough shit to worry about if it’s something else. “What’s going on with you and Lucinda?” I decide to ask instead. If they’ve got back together it would explain why he’s so blasé about me and Mercier sleeping with Lauren. “You’ve changed. Fuck, even she’s changed. Are you two back together now?”

He downs his drink in one and holds his glass out for a refill. “I knew that asparagus wasn’t butter coated.” He pauses. “It’s been funny as fuck watching you and Mercier sneaking around, but it’s been driving me crazy too. I might be biding my time, waiting until she decides to come to me, but it doesn’t mean I’m with Luce. Luce and I have come to an agreement.”

I eye him warily as I empty the dregs of Jack Daniels into his glass. He looks way too happy. “An agreement? Care to share?”

“Nope, but don’t be getting too cozy with Lauren. One day she’ll come to me and then you’ll be sharing her with two of us, not just Mercier.”

My stomach is in knots. “We had a threesome with her,” I admit. Fuck, why is this so hard? I’ve always been able to tell him anything, but this feels different. Not only am I running around behind Lucinda’s back, but I also cheated on my best friend. It’s weird and it’s fucked up and it doesn’t even make sense, but it’s the way my brain is putting it in order.

I don’t know what I expected Josh’s reaction to be, but laughter isn’t it. “You’re brave, fucking around with Mercier. Did he bring his huge dong into play?”

I’m cringing with embarrassment until I realize he’s talking about the giant dildo we found in his room at uni.

“No,” I bite out, “but we both fucked Lauren at the same time and I felt his...”

He smirks. “You climbed the Jacobs ladder?”

“Right into the twilight zone. Why is this not bothering you?” I blurt out, my voice tinged with frustration. He puts his feet down from the ottoman and takes the empty bottle from my hand, his expression unreadable. “The question, my friend, is why it's bothering you so much?” he replies in a calm tone. “Did you have fun? All of you?”

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