Vindictive #4

10. snow

I thought I would have to linger around Sebastian a little bit so he didn't feel uncomfortable or out of place, but this man was very outgoing. He fell into conversation easily with the guests and the woman clearly took a liking to him. Good, I think as I slip away from him in search of Samuel. I don't have to babysit him. I don't even glance back as I begin making my way through Samuel's large home. I finally find him upstairs in the bathroom with a girl on her knees in front of him. My brows raise but not in surprise.

His head is tilted back and a faint smile is playing on his lips. Well. It's his birthday. A blowjob is as good as any other gift, I suppose. She leans back and spits on his dick.

They didn't hear me come in, but they do hear me clear my throat. That was more than I needed to see.

Samuel's head lolls forward and his smile widens when he takes a good look at me. The girl pulls away and wipes her mouth, an embarrassed expression on her face.

"Damn, you are beautiful," Samuel tells me. "Come here."

I cross my arms over my chest and eye the girl. "Leave."

"What?" She adjusts her strapless dress so that her left tit isn't out. "We were in the middle of something. Ever heard of knocking? Yo—"

"Go," Samuel interrupts her, stuffing his cock back into his pants. "Thanks for the head."

She stands up in annoyance and sends me a glare that should affect me had I actually given a fuck about her feelings. I smile widely at her as she leaves and turn to Samuel.

"Jealousy looks good on you."

"It's not jealousy," I laugh. "You know that. I'm here for the clients."

"And me."

"And the clients," I quip breezily.

"The least you could do is give me a real kiss. My dick is still hard."

I roll my eyes. "Then rub it. I'm here for business, Samuel. Not pleasure."

"Who says we can't have both?" He sighs and pushes away from the sink anyway. "Fine. Come."

I let him lead me out the bathroom and back downstairs. At a quick glance around the room, I spot Sebastian standing in a corner talking to a small crowd that had formed around him. He spoke animatedly, his hands moving as if to emphasize whatever point he was making. And his companions all stood with smiles on their faces as they listened. The girl on his right threw her head back and laughed.

"Ricardo!" I hear Samuel call out and turn to focus ahead. A man looks up and grins. "So glad you could make it."

"Of course!" Ricardo grabs Samuel's shoulders and kisses both his cheeks. "Of course! Happy birthday!"

Samuel gestures to me. "Ricardo, this is a dear friend of mine, Milan. Milan, this is Ricardo Hastings."

Ricardo beams at me and extends a hand. "Any friend of Sam's is a friend of mine. How are ya?"

"I'm good," I smile politely and slip my hand in his. His palms are extremely sweaty. I pull away in mild disgust and discreetly rub my hand down Samuel's sleeve, making it look like an endearing gesture. "Samuel here has promised to help me make friends tonight. God knows I'm short on them now."

Ricardo laughs obliviously. "I can't imagine that. Beautiful woman like yourself must have plenty of friends."

Samuel's hand goes to the small of my back. "Milan's actually hoping to expand her business."

"Oh?" Ricardo raises his brows in interest. "And what are you in the business of?"

"Party favors," Samuel answers for me, gently rubbing my back. "73 percent pure."