“Dorian, how are you handling things now that the movie is done filming?” a man spoke loudly.
“What will you do next?” a woman asked urgently.
“Can you tell us about your production company?” another woman asked desperately.
“What will be your first movie? Sources say it’s going to be an erotic film. Can you corroborate this?” a short man asked.
The reporters called out questions in front of us in rapid fire. Dorian squeezed my waist and comforted me.
Finally, we came up to the last reporter and my heart skipped three beats. Nate stood waiting to unleash his questions on Dorian face-to-face. His press credentials only read Nate G. - Member of Press.
My pace slowed and I fell a step behind Dorian, still holding his hand. Dorian didn’t know what Nate looked like, he only knew him by the name Tor. Tor the blogger who rose to national prominence by releasing photographs that Jenna took and emailed to Nate with my cell phone, so he could shine the light of the world on the one-percent’s secret playground.
Anger mixed with fear filled my eyes, but this wasn’t the right place for a confrontation. We had to avoid him. Every voice in my head was screaming to drag Dorian in the other direction. Yet, Dorian kept moving forward into Nate’s venomous trap.
Dorian gave me a quick tug for me to keep up with him. Nate stood there smiling like a viper as we approached. Then, unable to wait any longer he took a step toward us and closed the distance.
Dorian’s security that was following behind us spotted Nate’s strange lunge and took a step forward but Dorian’s glance set them back in their places. He had no idea who we were walking toward and even as I opened my mouth to scream, no words came out. I was breathless.
“Dorian, can you tell us how you met your gorgeous date?” Nate said with a snake-like smile as he pointed his microphone at Dorian, but Dorian was ready for this line of questioning.
“On the dance floor of an exclusive club,” Dorian replied.
“Would you introduce us to your date?” he smiled widely. “She is simply beautiful.” His eyes drilled through my soul. That bastard, he knew and, in fact, he counted on Dorian not knowing who he was. That’s why Nate’s nametag had his first name on it and not Tor, his nom de voyage. I could see in Nate’s eyes that he was proud he took down Avery and now he was here to do the same to Dorian.
“This is Aria Mason,” Dorian answered. I cringed and felt Dorian lean down to my ear. “It’s okay, Luv. Relax. Just a few minutes more.”
I feigned a smile up at Nate as the cameras exploded. Dorian still had no clue who we were really speaking to. I don’t know if I am cut out for this.
Flash bulbs continued to erupt, blinding us, while Nate continued to smile and prepare his next question.
“Are you two engaged?” Nate asked as he pointed the microphone at Dorian. The camera flashbulbs thundered in rapid fire awaiting Dorian’s answer. Dorian smirked.
“Not yet, but the night is young,” he teased. Nate’s eyes narrowed. Dorian was a master of deflection. He was ready for anyone’s ‘gotcha’ questions. Since Dorian wasn’t giving Nate too much information he decided to go for the soft target and stepped towards me.
“Miss Mason, there are rumors that you are the girl who appeared in a series of blurry photos taken at the alleged swingers club known as Camp Paramore. Can you confirm that you are indeed that girl? Are you, Miss Mason? Did you two meet on the dance floor of a swingers club?”
The cameras exploded once again waiting for my reply. TV and cellphone cameras pointed in our direction. Nate was after blood like a shark circling a lone swimmer. Even Dorian was caught somewhat off guard at the brashness of Nate’s questions. My eyes widened for a moment, then began to narrow as I stepped toward Nate to slap that mic out of his hand and tell him to fuck off!
Thank god Dorian’s bodyguards were watching and could tell I was mentally about to lose it. They stepped in front of us and ushered us through the main doors and away from Nate. I stole a quick glance back at Nate who was seething that he didn’t get a chance to expose us. We followed security inside where Canaan held a glass of Champagne out for me, but I took the whiskey from his other hand and downed it.
“A woman after my own heart,” Canaan chided.
I released the breath that I was holding and let the burn relax some of my tension away.
“Great job, Luv. You were stunning, as always,” Dorian said confidently. “But what was with that last reporter?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but he sure was an asshole,” was all I could say. There was no point in ruining Dorian’s big night by telling him he’d just met Tor. If he took a swing at him in front of the cameras at a charity ball, it could ruin Dorian’s career. Knowing Nate, he probably was hoping for it.
Dorian took my elbow and led us to the large table towards the front.
The Policeman’s Ball was held in a Victorian style ballroom with large crystal chandeliers and ivory marble walls. Dorian ordered us a round of drinks just as another waitress dropped off several glasses of Champaign at the table.
Dorian begged the waitress to leave the tray. She obliged when Dorian flashed her his British smile. After a couple glasses, I was finally starting to get my bearings.
“We’re going to meet a lot of people tonight, so brace yourself,” he said. “But don’t worry. I will take every inch of your stress away two hours and thirty-seven minutes from now,” Dorian said. I smiled crookedly up at him. I felt the tingle all over my body. “Then it’s Canaan’s turn.” My eyes shifted to Canaan as I clenched my legs together.
“Patience, Aria,” Canaan whispered.
“That’s so not fair. You two are hypnotizing me. If you will excuse me for a moment, I need to go relieve this precious ache you two are giving me because all I can think about now is getting the both of you naked so you can fuck me silly,” my voice was low so only they could hear.
Canaan and Dorian both spit out their champagne as I began to stand. Dorian’s hand held me firm in my chair as he wiped his mouth.
“You will do no such thing. This isn’t Paramore. A charity ball in Vancouver is not the place for you to masturbate in the restroom. Besides, I want those wet panties off as soon as we get back to my house. And then I will ease your precious ache,” he said, throwing my words back at me.
“Promise?” I whined. “Okay, I’ll wait, but I still need to visit the ladies’ room. After that red carpet flurry, I need to freshen up.” I excused myself and stood up. I decided to make a small detour past the bar. A double shot of Jameson is just the thing to calm my stress. I waved the bartender over and she delivered my relaxation juice. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth travel into the depths of my tummy. I set the shot glass on the bar and waved my hand at the bartender.
“Reload,” I said as I stared at my empty shot glass waiting for its golden goodness to be refilled.
“So, I see you got a new man.” My eyes rolled upward in anger as stress once again flashed through my mind like a white-hot poker. I turned my head and Nate was standing behind me.
“Hello, Nate, or should I call you Tor?” I asked sarcastically. “How’s the blogger gig, ruin any billionaires lately?” Unphased, Nate smiled devilishly back to me.
“I love working for the press. It really gives me the chance to make it out to events like this. Jenna says ‘Hi’ by the way.” He could see in my eyes that comment stung. Jenna was my good friend who betrayed me.
“Nate, you’re such an asshole,” I seethed. “How is it you even knew that I was here? Are you stalking me?”
“Why, Aria, it’s just a coincidence that you and I are in the same place. I guess we both get around. Myself, because of my journalism gig and you because…shall we say…you are a whore!” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Fuck you, buddy. You are the biggest psychopath I have ever seen. I wish I’d never met you,” I raged.
Nate stepped closer to me and leaned into my ear so there was no cha
nce that anyone else would hear.
“Do you know who wishes they’ve never met you? I think you know the answer. Poor little Avery, I wonder what he would say if he knew you left him to come be with the man he introduced you to.” He laughed wickedly.
“Get the fuck away from me, Nate. You disgust me.”
“You just don’t get it, Aria. I took down Avery easy enough. Do you really think Dorian’s going to be any harder? Dorian couldn’t pour piss out of Avery’s boot. He’s not half the man Avery was.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” I seethed as my voice heightened, without thinking I tossed my glass of whiskey right into his face. Nate immediately cried out as his eyes burned from the alcohol.
“Is this man bothering you, Miss Mason?” Dorian’s security walked quickly up beside us. They had been keeping an eye on me from a distance. Thank god.
“Yes,” I answered. “Get this fucking creep out of my sight!”
“It’s time to leave, sir,” he said to Nate as he gripped his arm.
“I was just leaving anyway, she’s crazy!” Nate shrieked. “Aria, make sure you know what Dorian is up to. I wonder what he’s getting in those little brown packages. Oh…I hope they’re nothing bad.” Nate shouted in absolute malevolence as he rubbed his eyes. It sent chills down my spine. Nate was then pulled hastily out of the ballroom, but he broke from the guard for one last threat.
“Aria, I sure hope Avery doesn’t find out what you’ve been up to out here, especially what you did up in Whistler. I think he would be as disappointed in you as I am.”
Security quickly tackled him and jerked him outside. My face sank. How did he know what happened up in Whistler? I swear he is a real supervillian. Something has to be done about him.
I quickly downed my second double shot of Jameson and headed for the restroom. I had to clear my head. I splashed some water on my face, toweled off, reapplied some make up, and tweaked my hair.
I was still visibly shaken from my conversation with Nate as I headed back to the table. I thought about telling Dorian about Nate but decided against it. Nate was just trying to get inside my head and I wasn’t going to allow that anymore. Canaan’s eyes followed me the whole time that I walked back to the table. He was devouring my body, starting at my legs and moving upward.
“You are one lucky bastard, mate,” Canaan said to Dorian as he readjusted himself. I kept scanning the room for Nate for the rest of the night, just in case he came back in.
Dorian smiled and brought me closer to his side as people stopped by to take our picture. Several times during dinner, Dorian took time out to take a selfie with policemen and firemen from Vancouver as they stopped by our table to meet him.
Dorian received a message on his phone. “Canaan, come to the lawyer with me tomorrow morning?”
Canaan wrinkled his brow. “On a Sunday? Anything urgent?”
“For me it is.” Canaan studied Dorian for a moment and a silent exchange passed between them. He nodded, then stood to shake a gentleman’s hand named Hambone and congratulated him on making Police Lieutenant. Then, Canaan headed over to the bar to get us another round of drinks.
Dorian’s phone went off with another text and then two more in rapid succession. He promptly excused himself from the table and went out to the lobby to make a call, then returned a short time later. I was about to ask who kept texting him but his eyes told me wait until later.
The night passed more quickly than I thought it would. Dorian received his award and gave his acceptance speech, and as usual, he had the whole audience eating out of his hand. Then, Dorian and I danced.
“Listen to the DJ,” he said. “He’s playing just for me. And look at all those people waiting to meet me, and all those over there who paid to see me. I’ve been around the world and had my pick of any girl.
It’s just as they say, it’s lonely at the top. It’s all a sad little game where everybody knows your name but no one is truly there for you. Everybody just wants to use you then leave you. You will never leave me will you, Luv?”
“No, I will never leave you,” I answered and smiled assuredly up at him. Then he spun me outwards and into the awaiting arms of Canaan, and then he and I danced.
The reporters took a million pictures of us and the amount of people that demanded time from Dorian was endless.
They pounced on him as he walked off the dance floor to sit at our table.
“Is it always like this?” I asked Canaan as we danced to I Need You by Chasing Seven. The DJ played several C7 songs tonight. Dorian was making the DJ play them for me.
“Yes, but the red-carpet events are especially demanding. He is the biggest star in the world after all,” Canaan said.
“Nothing rattles you guys, does it?” I asked.
“You do,” he said.
“So what’s the film you two want me to try out for? You keep talking about it but I haven’t heard any details,” I asked. He quirked his eyebrow at me but let me continue.
“I’m up for an action film. Is it an action film?” I asked as cutely as I could.
“It’s kind of an action film,” he answered. Then Canaan put his hand on my lower back and leaned in towards me. “Ready to go?” We walked back to our table where Dorian took my hand and led the way toward the limo around the back and we were able to escape without a mass production.
Dorian’s phone vibrated in his pocket as we waited for the limo. He took out his phone and texted back to someone. The texts were shooting rapidly between them and seemed heated. Dorian replied quickly to several of them and then shut off his phone.
“Jealous ex-lover?” I asked jokingly.
“Not mine. Yours,” he said plain as day. I paled.
We moved through the exit and to the safety of our limo. The limo pulled forward and I waited for Dorian to explain.
“It turns out that someone called Avery to get a quote about the possibility of us getting engaged.”
“Fucking Nate,” I said under my breath. “Someone told Avery I was out here?” I asked innocently. Dorian looked to Canaan and then towards me.
“Well, Avery knows and he is pissed. He wants to speak to you, Aria,” Dorian said. My phone started going crazy as soon as Dorian shut his off.
I quickly checked it and there was call after call from Avery, then Sara, then Colt, followed by Sienna and even Caitlyn. I quickly shut mine off, too. I couldn’t deal with this now. Not after seeing Nate.
The driver pulled up to his estate and into the long drive. When we stepped into Dorian’s large atrium and made our way down the stairs to the bar, Dorian pulled out a barstool for me and looked at me with compassion in his eyes.
“What do you need right now?” Dorian asked.
“I need to be numb. I don’t want to think about anything going on back home,” I replied.
“I can help with that,” he said, looking to Canaan who stepped behind the bar. “We have a wide variety of choices for you,” Dorian smirked and then motioned Canaan to begin pouring a double shot of Macallan Scotch. It wasn’t my typical Jameson but I tilted the entire thing back and let the burn take hold of me. It tasted like kerosene at first. I shook my head.
Dorian came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders. His expression was sultry and I felt the buzz escalate between us. His mouth crushed to mine and in no time, I was pushing down my feelings about my crazy life and letting him devour me. Canaan’s sculpted body came up in front and a new ripple rushed through me. Tonight, I was theirs.
Dorian began unzipping my dress and soon I was exposed to both of them in just my panties.
“I want that ass, Aria,” Dorian said. “But you need to get to know Canaan first,” he added. I leaned into Canaan’s now naked and hairless chest. His smile was bright and refreshing. He was seductive as I ran my hands over his washboard abs and he moved down to kiss me.
His lips were firmer than Dorian’s but his kisses were delicious. It felt strange to explore Dorian’s best friend but it was Dorian’s fant
asy and that was what I was here for. He made me ambitious. He made me bold. I wanted to try this.
Dorian moved us to the oversized couch and Canaan went to put on some music.
“I’m going to fuck you first, then Canaan,” he said, laying me down on the couch. He knelt beside me on the ground. His mouth covered my pussy and his tongue went to work on pleasuring me. When I was dripping wet again, he draped over me and plunged into me.
I leaned my head back and got lost in the feel of him. As my insides clenched around him, I opened my eyes to see Canaan standing over me.
His mouth closed over mine and I bucked my hips into Dorian.
“That’s it, baby. I like watching you kiss Canaan,” he said softly with a strain in his voice as he pounded me.
Canaan moaned into my mouth as I reached my hand around his mocha colored head, shaved with precision, and brought his tongue deeper into my mouth. I then guided my hand down his chest and felt his massive manhood. He was hard as steel as my fingers wrapped around him. He was thick and huge.
Canaan broke our kiss momentarily, to speak and catch his breath. “She’s stunning.”
He closed his eyes and guided his member back and forth through my fingers. I wasn’t sure if I could take all of him.
“Yes, she is,” Dorian grinned as he rocked into me.
“My turn, D,” he said, revealing Dorian’s nickname.
I couldn’t help thinking that Dorian had done this before with him. They were a well-oiled-machine working together in harmony. There were hands and mouths caressing me all over, everywhere and at once. They seemed so at ease being naked together. He didn’t give me time to process that when Canaan brought me to his mouth and moaned as he lowered his hands to my breasts.
“Your breasts are perfect, Aria,” Canaan breathed. Dorian skimmed my thighs and calves with kisses as he held my legs higher. My back bowed towards him as he rode me. He had a way of making me feel wanton with just his touch.
Canaan moved his head lower so that he could kiss my breasts. He took one in his mouth and the extreme of both men kissing my entire body made me moan.
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