Daddy (GEMINIFOURTH)

Chapter 8: The Club

The club was filled with flashing lights and booming music, a haze of laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses swirling around the crowd. Gemini had been invited to celebrate one of his business partner's birthdays, and of course, Fourth was right by his side, as usual. The atmosphere was lively, people dancing and mingling, but Fourth's world felt muted, his mind far away despite the excitement around him.

Clinging to Gemini, Fourth wrapped his arm around the older man's waist, nestling against him with a practiced ease. He knew exactly how to play the part—his small frame pressed close to Gemini's larger, more imposing figure, the contrast only adding to the power Gemini seemed to radiate. Gemini's hand rested possessively on Fourth's waist, his fingers lightly grazing the fabric of Fourth's tight shirt, a silent reminder of the control he held over him.

Despite the smile Fourth wore, his thoughts were elsewhere. Tin. He couldn't shake the feeling that Tin was becoming a bigger problem. The possessiveness in Tin's eyes the last time they spoke was something that lingered in Fourth's mind, even now. What was he going to do? He had distanced himself from Tin for months now, and yet, the guy wouldn't take the hint. He knew he couldn't keep dodging Tin forever, but confronting him wasn't an option either—not without risking unnecessary drama.

The sound of Gemini's deep voice snapped him back to reality.

"Fourth," Gemini called, his voice low but commanding, cutting through the noise of the club. Fourth glanced up, realizing that Gemini had been watching him closely. "What's with the long face? Flash that smile of yours."

The comment caught Fourth off guard. He hadn't realized his expression had slipped, his mind too wrapped up in thoughts of Tin to maintain his usual charm. Quickly, he recovered, letting his lips curl into a seductive smile as he leaned up toward Gemini's ear, his voice soft and playful.

"Sorry, Daddy," Fourth purred, his tone dripping with flirtation. His hand slid up Gemini's chest, his fingers lightly trailing along the crisp fabric of his shirt. He could feel the eyes of the room on them—people were watching, curious, intrigued by the sight of Gemini, the powerful CEO, with someone so openly clinging to him. Some had heard whispers about Gemini's mysterious companion, while others were simply curious. But Fourth didn't care. His confidence was unshakable.

Gemini's cold, piercing eyes softened just slightly, his grip on Fourth's waist tightening in response to the sultry tone. "That's better," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Fourth's ear. "Don't let anything distract you from tonight."

Fourth smiled up at him, his body molding against Gemini's in a way that felt both natural and practiced. But despite the warmth of Gemini's hand on his waist, despite the attention they were drawing from everyone in the club, the nagging thoughts about Tin refused to leave him. He knew he should be focused on the night—on keeping Gemini happy, on playing his role as the perfect companion—but Tin's face kept flashing in his mind.

He could still feel the tension from their last encounter in the cafeteria, the way Tin had looked at him, possessive and angry. Fourth had been able to manipulate Tin before, keeping him at arm's length without rejecting him outright. But now, it felt like Tin was reaching his limit, and Fourth wasn't sure how much longer he could keep him at bay.

As the night went on, Fourth tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on Gemini and the energy of the room. He danced a little, laughed at the right moments, and smiled at the curious glances sent his way. But the truth was, he couldn't fully enjoy himself. Tin was becoming a problem, and the last thing Fourth wanted was for that problem to reach Gemini's attention.

Gemini was a man who valued control above all else. If he ever found out that Tin had been trying to get close to Fourth, there was no telling how he might react. Gemini wasn't the jealous type—he didn't get attached, and he didn't care about emotions—but he was protective of his possessions. And Fourth, whether he liked it or not, had become one of them.

As Fourth took a sip of his drink, leaning into Gemini's side, he made a decision. He would need to handle Tin. He couldn't risk letting the situation get out of control. Tin would either have to back off, or Fourth would have to find a way to make him understand that their little arrangement was over—for good.

But tonight wasn't the night for dealing with that.

Tonight, he was with Gemini, and that meant focusing on the man in front of him, the one who held the power, the one who made all of this luxury possible. So, Fourth smiled, his mind slipping back into the present as he pressed a lingering kiss to Gemini's neck.

"I'm all yours tonight, Daddy," he whispered, his voice seductive, wrapping his arms around Gemini's waist and ignoring the lingering thoughts of Tin for now.

Gemini glanced down at him, his lips curving into a rare, satisfied smile. "Good."

As the music pulsed around them and the club swirled with life, Fourth felt the weight of his decision settle in the back of his mind. Tin would have to wait. For now, this was where he belonged—right next to Gemini, in a world of power and control.