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“No thanks, boys. I’m just here for the view.”

“Aww, no problem. Enjoy your night.”

They slinked away together, holding hands, and I watched them as they found an empty chaise longue and proceeded to make out together. Another man joined them and they took it in turns to fuck each other.

Okay, so I wasn’t going to find out anything tonight. People were too drunk and too lost in lust to answer me straight, so the ‘meeting’ was a complete bust. I wondered what Amber was doing, and what she would think about what was happening here. If she had been here with me, I might have had a different outlook on what was happening. I might have fucked her on one of the chaise lounges. Definitely wouldn’t have joined the gang bang in the pool though, which was getting larger every minute. Soon there would be no water in the pool, the way people were splashing around. I certainly wouldn’t want to be the one who had to clean the mess up after all of that. I felt sorry for the staff who would be left to deal with it after the pampered, lust driven students had had all of their fun.

Figuring I had seen enough, I stood up and made my way towards the door. I was accosted by another young man, then another woman, and then a couple who wanted me to join them in a threesome. Batting each of them away, I pretended to be too drunk to participate and staggered out of the room. Even then I was stopped by various individuals in the hallway who wanted me to join them. I was certainly a very popular man tonight.

I headed back up the hallway until I came to the stairs. I buttoned up my shirt and tried to right myself, before pulling the cloak closed around me. Adjusting my mask, I went up the stairs and came into the main hallway and walked back to the entrance. The staff member in the shorts opened the door for me.

“Leaving already, Mr. Ianthos?”

“Yes. Had a little too much to drink, you see.”

He smiled knowingly. “It can be a little overwhelming on the first occasion but you’ll get used to it.”

I smiled back at him and left The Corinthian, coming out into the fresh night air. No more stench of sex and alcohol, just crisp fresh night air.

So this was what The Order was all about – sex. Surely there must be more to it. I had to dig deeper to find out.

I felt disgusting, as though I needed to have a shower.

But first, I really wanted to see Amber.

Chapter 16 – Amber

Iwaslyingonmy bed thinking about Adam and Christos. The closer I got with Christos, the easier it felt to let Adam go. It didn’t feel as though I was betraying his memory anymore. In fact, I knew deep down in my heart of hearts that he would want me to be happy.

Christos filled my mind constantly. I couldn’t do anything without him slipping into my brain. Each time I thought of him I got the ache in between my legs and it was hard not to stop what I was doing and touch myself. It was driving me crazy. I wondered when I would see him again. The sex we’d had the other night was intense, some of the best sex I’d ever had. And he was so kind and caring, not to mention drop dead gorgeous. I was really lucky to have found him.

For the first time in a long time I actually felt quite content. I stretched out my body and snuggled into my blanket.

Someone knocked on the door. I got up and opened it. It was Christos. He looked worse for wear and absolutely reeked of alcohol. He was carrying a cloak and a mask with him. I let him in and closed the door.

“What the hell? Are you drunk? Where have you been?”

“You’ll never guess what I’ve just attended.”

“What?”

“It was supposed to be a meeting of The Order but it turned out to be a huge orgy.”

“What?!” I couldn’t believe he was confessing this to me. I looked at his creased shirt. “You were at an orgy?”

“A bacchanalia actually, but who’s counting?”

He sat down on the bed and took his shoes off.

I stalked around him. “And just what were you doing at this bacchanalia?”

“Who me? Oh, I just watched. All these women were coming onto me, but I just told them no.”

Jealousy rose within me and I frowned at him. This was the last thing I had expected of Christos.

“Are you sure you told them no? You reek of alcohol and stale sweat. It’s disgusting.”

He sniffed his armpits. “Nope, not my armpits. But sorry. I know I smell bad. The whole thing was crazy.”

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