Sins & Mistrust Page 6

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Does anybody know?” I ask, even though I’m sure I know the answer.

  “Some people do,” he answers vaguely.

  “Friends? Co-workers? Boss? Family?”

  “Some friends, not co-workers, the boss maybe, and yes my family.”

  “I’m very confused by this answer,” I respond with a laugh. “Are your co-workers not friends?”

  “Some are, yes, but the ones I’m closest with don’t know.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “For the reason I told you earlier. I could lose my job if somebody complained.”

  I nod even though I want to say more about that, but I’ll hold my tongue for now. “Your family knows?”

  He nods and a slight smile touches his lips. “My parents and my brother. They never made a big deal out of it. They just said to make sure whoever I brought home was good to me, so they wouldn’t have to kick any ass.”

  We both laugh.

  “They sound like good people.”

  “They are the best.”

  “Boss?” I ask.

  “She’s made little comments before, but she’s never outright said anything. Which, if you knew her, you’d know how strange that is. I don’t think she’d care, honestly, but it is her business.”

  I have so many questions that I want to ask, but I don’t want to push too far too fast. I’m surprised he’s opened up as much as he has.

  “Marc, thank you so much for opening up to me. I know you didn’t have to, and you probably only did because I wouldn’t leave you alone.”

  “True,” he says with a grin. “In all honesty, though, it feels good to have somebody to talk to about everything. For whatever reason, you seem like somebody I could trust to keep my secrets as your own.”

  I beam at him. “Thank you for trusting me, but I think you should think about opening up to other people, especially your friends. You won’t ever be happy or fully comfortable with yourself if you’re so concerned about others.”

  He seems to mull this over before speaking again. “It’s not that I’m concerned with how others feel. I just worry that it will compromise my work, and I don’t want that to happen.”

  “Do you think your friends will be surprised? Do you think they’ll even care?” I ask.

  “Surprised? Maybe.” He smiles. “I’ve made a career out of spending time and sleeping with women, so the fact that I like men too may be a bit of a shocker.”

  “Have you been in a relationship with a man before?” I ask, hoping I didn’t push too far with the questions.

  Marc smiles, and I swear his blue eyes twinkle as he looks at me. Reaching out for me, he brings my body in front of him, in between his legs. My back is facing him, and I feel him tug the sheet down, revealing my bare back. His large hands begin massaging my neck and shoulders.

  “You’re very curious, aren’t you?” he asks.

  “I am. Sorry. You don’t have to answer,” I reply, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands on my tense muscles. “How did you know I needed a massage?”

  “I pay attention. Imagine that. A man who pays attentions to the little things,” he says with a chuckle. “You’ve reached up and tried massaging it yourself a couple times. I figured it was bothering you.”

  “Oh. Well, thank you.”

  “It’s no problem,” he replies.

  “So…” I trail off.

  He barks out a laugh. “Oh yes, the relationship thing, huh?”

  “Mmhhmm.”

  “I was in a relationship with a man a few years ago, but it didn’t work out. Obviously.”

  “Because you were escorting?”

  “No. I actually took a break from escorting at that time.”

  “You can do that?”

  “Well, I did,” he laughs. “But my boss also says I’m her favorite, so maybe it was favoritism.”

  I laugh. “I can totally believe that you would be a favorite. So, once you broke up, you just went back to the business? What about a relationship with a woman?”

  “It was about a week after the breakup that I went back, and yes, I’ve been in relationships with women.”

  “Do you prefer one over the other?” I ask, hoping that’s not a dumb question.

  I hear his deep chuckle from behind me as his hands move lower.

  “People always assume that you prefer one more than the other, but that’s not really the case. You like both, and sometimes you find a woman or a man who you fall for, and you give that shot and hope for the best.”

  “So, in ten years, you’ve only been in one relationship?”

  “No,” he laughs. “I’ve had a couple women I’ve been in relationships with, but they were short-lived.”

  “Did you take a break from the escort business for those relationships?”

  “I did with one. She knew I had been an escort though, and it ended up eating away at her. She wondered if every woman who smiled at me was a woman I had been with. It became a very hostile relationship, and that’s never good. She became very insecure, and no matter how much I reassured her that I was only sleeping with her, and how beautiful I thought she was, she didn’t believe me.”

  “Hmm. And the other? You didn’t stop escorting for her?”

  “Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad,” he laughs. “Are you ready for another secret?” he asks in a husky voice, putting his mouth closer to my ear.

  Words escape me as his warm breath dances across my skin, giving me goose bumps, and all I do is nod.

  “She was a client.”

  I gasp. “Really? Isn’t that against the rules?”

  “Let’s just say I don’t follow rules very well,” he says.

  “Well, now I’m really intrigued.”

  I turn around and face him, and he’s looking at me with a crooked grin. This is the first time I’ve seen him look so relaxed and comfortable. I really like this version of Marc.

  “You’re getting a lot of information about me, but what about you?” he asks. “I think I need to find out more about Nathalia.”

  “What would you like to know?”

  “Anything,” he states, pulling me closer, and bringing us both to a laying position. I’m now laying my cheek on his chest and he has his arm wrapped around me.

  “My name is Nathalia LaBelle. I’m French. My father owns this hotel and more. My mother died a long time ago, and I have no siblings. I’m pretty open-minded, I love to live in the moment, and try not to dwell on the negative.”

  I look up at him and he smiles. “Any more?” he asks.

  Resting my face back on his chest, I think of some more personal stuff, since what he gave me was pretty personal.

  “Umm. Well, you know about my desire to be with two men. I’m not really sure where that came from. Maybe I’ve read too many romance novels. I’ve fooled around with women, but not in the way where I’d considered myself bi. I did the whole 'experimenting in college' thing, which basically means we got drunk and kissed and laughed.” I laugh, remembering those days. “I’m a very sexual person. I love having sex, watching people have sex, talking about sex. I think a lot of women fear being open with their sexuality, but that’s not me. I want to try everything.”

  “Why is that?” he asks, running his hand softly up and down my arm. “Why do you think women fear it?”

  “I think it’s because women are so quick to be called whores or sluts if they show a desire in sex. That’s preposterous to me. I mean, we’re fucking human, and who doesn’t love sex? Men can screw women, watch porn, jack off, and that’s completely normal, but if a woman expresses her love of porn or masturbation, it’s like…well, obviously she’s a slut. You know, just because we have sex with men doesn’t mean we’re the ones getting fucked.”

  I stop to take a breath and I feel Marc’s body shaking from a laugh.

  “I completely agree with you,” he says. “Even if I didn’t, I’d be afraid to disagree with you on this topic.
”

  “Oh shut up,” I joke, taking a swipe at his arm.

  “Well, I can see why you and Lincoln would have a connection.”

  “Why’s that?” I ask, genuinely curious.

  “You’re open with your sexuality, and obviously so is he. Sex club and all.”

  I laugh. “I guess so. He’s just weird with his rules.”

  “Yeah, I haven’t heard of that before. There must be a reason for it, because that really cuts down your chances at sex…and relationships.”

  “I’m not sure if Lincoln is a relationship kind of guy.”

  “Hmm.”

  A lingering silence falls over us for a couple minutes as we lay there together.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this…with Lincoln?” I ask.

  “If that’s what you want to do, then I’m okay with it. You are the client,” he says, and I can tell he’s smiling.

  “Okay, but I don’t think we’ll be doing this tomorrow. I’ll talk to Lincoln first.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Sitting up, I move to the edge of the bed and reach for a menu. “Room service?” I ask.

  “Yes. I’m starving, and I think we’ll both need to fuel up, because I have more in mind for my night with you,” he says, giving me a mischievous smile.

  “Oh? Well, let’s hurry up then. I’m looking forward to bringing out the true sadist in you,” I say with a wink.

  “An escort, huh?” I ask Trystan.

  “Yep.”

  “Interesting,” I muse. “How is he?”

  Trystan shrugs as he sits across from me on the other side of my desk. “He seems like a pretty nice guy to me.”

  “Mm.”

  “Why the interest?” Trystan asks.

  I look up from my computer screen and pin him with a glare. “Why does it matter?”

  Trystan raises his hands up. “Hey, no need to get upset. I know you, Linc, and I know that look you have.”

  “And what look is that?” I ask as I get up and round the desk.

  “You know I know the look very well, Lincoln,” he says, trying to mask the fact that his breathing has become heavier since I got closer.

  “Are you saying you’re jealous that I’ve asked about somebody else?”

  I get up and rest my hands on the arm rests of his chair, putting my face close to his.

  “Wh…what are you doing, Linc?” he asks, his nerves getting the best of him.

  “Why are you suddenly so nervous around me?” I ask before putting my mouth to his ear. “Is it because you want me to kiss you? Or do you want me to fuck you?” My lips graze his ear and I let my tongue dart out and lick the skin below his lobe before straightening up and walking back to my seat.

  “You’re an asshole, you know that?” Trystan says as he adjusts his growing erection in his pants.

  “Why’s that?” I ask, not trying to suppress the smirk I have.

  “Because you know damn well I’ve been willing, and you just get your kicks by fucking with me.”

  “Trystan, I do business with your dad.”

  “So? That didn’t keep your dick out of my mouth.”

  “Well, that’s different than fucking,” I say with a grin.

  “Whatever, Linc.”

  “You’re a good-looking kid. You’re young and rich, I’m sure you can find somebody to fuck you.”

  “I’m not that young,” he says between clenched teeth.

  “Younger than me,” I say, focusing on the paperwork in front of me.

  “Fuck you, Linc,” he says, standing up quickly from his chair.

  “I’ve already told you about that, but I can pull my dick out for you if you want,” I reply with just a glance in his direction.

  He doesn’t say anything, just turns to make his way from my office.

  “Thanks for the information, Mr. St. James!” I yell after him.

  He flips me off without looking back, causing me to laugh.

  He’ll be back if I call him and he knows it.

  With him gone, I can now focus on this new information I have.

  Marc Edwards.

  An escort.

  This can be either really good for me or really bad, but I think I can find a way to make it work.

  The one good thing Trystan St. James did for me today was present me with this bit of information. After seeing Marc at my club last week, a flash of familiarity danced in front of me. I was sure I had seen him somewhere before. After thinking about it a while, I called Trystan because I knew he was at the same function that night, and I was sure I saw him near Marc at one point.

  Trystan was able to tell me that Marc was there with a friend of his; a young woman who hired him as her date for the evening. Apparently she is or was a fairly regular client and has nothing but nice things to say about Marc.

  I had a feeling Trystan would get jealous if he thought I was showing interest in anyone, but it was a risk I was willing to take. While Trystan’s good-looking, he’s not exactly my type. He’s too much of a pushover, he’s younger than I usually like them to be if I’m fucking them, and I can tell he’d get attached too quickly.

  It may have been a mistake to let him suck my dick, but hey, a man needs a blow job, and when somebody drops to their knees and offers, it’s hard to say no.

  Fuck.

  He’s not going to leave me alone now.

  Pushing him to the back of my mind, I pick up my phone to call Thalia. We have something that needs to be discussed.

  It’s been over a week since my weekend with Nathalia. Even though we didn’t have the threesome she’s wanting, I still spent the two days she had booked me for with her at the hotel. Well, we left sometimes, but mostly we spent the time inside her room, talking, eating, and of course fucking.

  I didn’t reveal too much more information to her. She already has more than most people do, but we did get to know each other more without delving too deep. It feels good to have someone to be able to talk to about everything. While I did say that I wasn’t worried what my friends would think, there is a small part that is nervous that they might start acting different around me once they find out.

  I’ve never thought they’d tell anybody, especially the boss or other people we work with, but I guess no matter what you try to convince yourself of, you’re always afraid of being judged, particularly by the people that mean the most to you.

  Nathalia. There’s just something about her. I’m not sure I can even put into words what it is. She’s definitely different than any other woman I’ve gotten to know, and I look forward to spending more time with her.

  The lines are starting to blur and that’s not good. I need to get my mind right.

  Tonight I’m meeting with Jace and another client of mine who, funnily enough, wants to have a threesome. However, I don’t think she’s going to want me and Jace to fuck each other.

  “And people call me pretty boy,” Jace says as he approaches me.

  “Shut up,” I laugh. “I gotta make sure I look good.”

  After exchanging a few more words, we make our way to the room that Christine is waiting on us in. Once inside for a few minutes, she tells us that she wants to be with both of us, which isn’t surprising. Jace takes it in stride, which shouldn’t be surprising. We’ve done threesomes like this before, but not with each other. I can’t help but wonder if he’d be willing to do this with me if he knew I liked men, too. I admonish myself for even thinking it. Jace is one of my closest friends, and together with Troy we’ve started up a new business avenue with the club we’re building. He wouldn’t judge me. I should know that, but I have a hard time bringing myself to tell him the truth.

  The appointment goes well and the client is definitely left happy. However, I was thinking about how the threesome with Nathalia and Lincoln would go. I’ve done these kinds of threesomes before; the one Jace and I just finished, I’ve even done threesomes with two women, but I’ve never done a threesome the way Nathalia wants it to h
appen.

  It shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve fucked men and women, just separately. This way should be more enjoyable anyway. I get the best of both worlds, but Lincoln doesn’t come across as a likeable guy. A fucking sexy guy, but not likeable. Maybe I’m judging him too soon, though.

  After Jace and I part ways at the hotel, I go home and jump in the shower and then fall into bed. Before turning off the lamp, I check my email to see if Nathalia has emailed me. I’m so close to breaking the rules and giving her my number. It’s much easier to communicate that way, but I need to do my best to make sure I don’t cross any lines.

  From: Marc

  To: Nathalia

  Subject: RE: Hey

  Date: Fri, 10 May 2013 23:48:15

  Hello Nathalia,

  It’s always nice to hear from you, especially when you’re still thanking me for something I did a week ago. I’m being honest when I say I’m very interested in what this surprise could be, so I’m pleased to say I’m available quite a bit in the coming weeks. I’ll block out as much time as you want.

  -M

  She emailed me several hours ago, so I don’t expect to hear back from her right away. I look back into my schedule and find that I soon have to meet with an event planner for the opening of our club.

  My phone vibrates in my hand as a notification pops up that I have received an email from Nathalia.

  From: Nathalia

  To: Marc

  Subject: RE: Re: Hey

  Date: Fri, 10 May 2013 23:56:39

  Hey! You’re up. Are you a night owl like me? I’m glad to hear that you have plenty of time for me. Do you think you can handle being with me for a week? Or is that too long? That’ll give me plenty of time to exercise this surprise I have in mind.

  -T

  From: Marc

  To: Nathalia

  Subject: RE: Re: Re: Hey

  Date: Fri, 10 May 2013 23:59:12

  I’m quite the night owl, yes. Good to know I have company. And yes, I’m very sure I can handle you, but the real question is…can you handle me? Because, once I’ve let loose, there’s no stopping me. In fact, a week may not be enough time, but I’ll settle for the seven days. I can exercise you plenty in that amount of time. So, what do you say? You ready for the workout of your life?