Chapter 88: Party wrecker

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Jamie

Catching him out of the corner of my eye looking royally pissed off got me sidetracked in the middle of a conversation with a very important client. My firm had put on a party to wine and dine for wealthy buyers we were hoping to woo.

Not my fault if I could barely take my eyes off Daryl. He was simply too entrancing in the clothes I'd put him in, apart from his broad hick accent, he looked the part.

Maybe we could work on changing his accent like I'd done on mine. I'd have to talk to him about it.

Daryl was backing away slightly from my colleague Peter Dagget armed only with his trademark bad boy sneer that had made me fall in love with him. I could tell he was uncomfortable, possibly on the verge of making a making a run for it yet he was chewing the toothpick nonchalky practically in the other man's face. Both were smiling but clearly not talking about real estate. The ridiculous idea that they had just been flirting crossed my mind and I fought the impulse to go over there and drag my young boyfriend away.

I never could stand Dagget (Daggers) – something inside me told me that he also appreciated the young male form but there was more to it than that. Not that he'd ever brought up the subject directly but we both knew.

He was a sleaze who clearly didn't care about his reputation. I recalled the rumours although on the surface, he was a happily married man with a young boy and girl.

'You OK?' I mouthed over to my young lover.

He looked at me above Dagget's shoulder, shrugged and slumped back in that sexy don't-give-a-damn pose that always got me half-hard. Yet his shoulders slumped a little in a way that told me he wasn't completely at ease.

Full of concern, I finished buttering up the client and got him interested in the deal as quickly as I could, not forgetting to ask for his phone number. The others in the office could follow-up after I'd laid the ground work.

'Excuse me, I have to go but it was great to meet you.' I shook the older man's hand. 'We'll be in contact with you later.'

I strode over to Daryl without looking back, high on practically closing the deal but had to remind myself that it wasn't done until we had his signature on the dotted line. Seeing him smile at me and looking relieved that I was there gave me another high.

'Do you mind?' I elbowed my way in between them. 'I need to speak to him about work'. I'd introduced him as my trainee and I was pretty sure most of them didn't believe this story of mine because Daryl was not acting like a professional. Being damn obnoxious as he could to embarrass me, in other words, swaggering about and not making an effort to network. Of course, I hadn't really expected him to – what did he know about land deals and the current property market?

Pete was annoyed to say the least at the interruption and looked over his shoulder curiously at us as he left.

As soon as he was out of eyesight, I moved closer to Daryl and backed him into a corner with my body. I felt a sudden wave of possessiveness...seeing him with Daggers made me crazy, to say the least. I took the opportunity while we were relatively sheltered by the rubber tree there to give him a not so playful smack to the back of his head. 'Behave.'

'Fuckin' asshole been sleazin' on me all night... Thought I'd scare him off by being disgustin'!'

'What did you say to him? I doubt there's anythin' you tell that old crocodile that would shock him and put him off.'

'You'd be surprised.' He smirked up at me naughtily and I don't how I resisted the urge to kiss him.

'I have to work with that asshole, so try to play nice.'

He scrunched up his nose and was on the verge of retorting. I sensed a tantrum brewing so I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him with me towards a room I knew was rarely used during the parties.

When the door shut behind us, I flipped us around so he had his back against it. I took his lower-lip between my teeth and used it to pull him closer.

He went easily enough and even wrapped his legs around my hips so that I was supporting him.

'How does it feel to be bad?' I asked him, before we kissed and ran our hands all over each other. I could feel that things were heating up so much between us that he might even finally let me screw him, right then and there. The risk of someone walking in on us only fed the flames of our desire.

'Will you let me? Here?' I teased him.

He bit his lip sexily without answering and looked away shyly and I don't know if he was acting or not. Yet I congratulated myself just because he hadn't said 'No' - not exactly.

'Fuck, you don't know how much I want you right now, boy...' I breathed in his ear and he squirmed against me and panted. 'What you do to me...'

'Then let me do somethin' about it.' He even chuckled as he sank to his knees right in front of me and started to undo my flies but I put my hands on his and stopped him. Because I had spent so long fantasising about the day when he would let me take him …. he had to one day, I figured. Still, I sensed that even after two months, he still wasn't ready for me yet.

I had to make do with what he gave me instead which on its own was freaking amazing yet he never spoke about previous boyfriends. Just said that he'd had a few flings but never told me with who. Or gone into detail. That's how I guessed he probably wasn't a virgin besides the amazing things he could do with his mouth so I didn't understand why he was so reluctant to let me inside him.

That wasn't quite true, because he was acting like someone who'd been ...well, I didn't let myself dwell on it because I didn't know for sure. Yet I couldn't help wonder why he wouldn't show me his back or let me see him naked fully except under the cover of darkness. I wasn't stupid, I'd felt the rough, raised skin there before he pushed my hands away and had glimpsed the scars on his chest. Yet, I didn't pry – I was waiting for him to open up. I sensed this was the best way with him. But my suspicions didn't make the desire I felt for him go away, instead it just kept on growing, like my own dick was taunting me and I guess in a way it was.

I stroked his cheek and reluctantly stepped back a little while he looked up at me in surprise. 'Can't very well make a scene in here, I have a reputation to maintain. Without everyone wondering about my 'trainee' who barely looks old enough for the job or anything else, for that matter.' I kissed him chastely on the forehead.

'Fuck you, Jamie... I ain't a kid. Old enough.' His full lips pouted, making me almost regret my words.

'Ha, but you're barely legal, are you?'

'Better shut up and kiss me before I shove that tie of yours down your throat!'

I playfully slapped the side of his head. 'And you better start acting more like a professional and stop drawing attention to yourself. And to me!'

Unintimidated, he scowled at me while I smiled at his comebacks. He wasn't that angry, in fact, he wasn't far off from laughing so that's why I carried on taunting him.

'Besides, if I did make a scene and ruined my reputation, who would buy you all those nice clothes that suit you so well in, huh?' I eyed the black Armani jacket and its matching tie along with the pure silk white shirt I'd put on him only this morning. With the well-fitted dress pants, he looked good enough to eat...and I couldn't really blame Daggers for being all over him.

He looked like a young city-slicker even if he didn't act the part.

He just snorted and straightened up his rumpled shirt and I just knew that his fingers were just itching to get it off. Probably, he'd never had such fine gear in his life and I just couldn't keep my eyes off of him. His hair was slightly mussed from us kissing in the car on the way.

Not that I minded. 'Damn, you're cute. Gonna have to fight them off you with a stick to keep you for myself.'

'What's the problem? We were only talking and he bought me drinks.' He teased.

'Did he, now?' My smile was so strained that it hurt my cheeks. 'How many?'

'Does it matter? Maybe I'll go home with him.' He laughed. 'He's definitely more fun – lets me drink as much as I want at least.' His mouth twisted teasingly. 'Maybe I'll see if he's better than you...'

I bit back the easy retort: How do you know, baby, if you always say 'No'? I refused to rise to his bait. 'Well, it's just that you're acting like you've had a lot.'

'Not embrassin' you, am I?' He pulled me closer by my belt buckle. 'How about if I do this,' he shoved his hand down my crotch causing me to let out a low involuntary moan. '…and someone walks in…jus' how embarrassin' would that be?' He chuckled.

With a huge effort, I took his hand out while he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest casually. Believe me, I didn't want to stop him.

'When can we go home?' He whined and looked up at me suddenly with little boy impatience, jiggling on one leg. If it wasn't an act… that look alone almost had me undone right there and then.

I cleared my throat with difficulty and tried to get my body back under control.

'Not much longer now, darlin'. I just got to go back and mingle a little while longer.'

He scowled and looked down at the ground. 'But I'm bored.' He whined again.

I stroked his arm and bent down to kiss him. 'I haven't finished here. Believe it or not, this is work. But I'll make it up to you when we get back home, promise? Afterwards, we'll get a take-out. Fancy Chinese?'

Then he perked up. 'You fuckin' better.' He growled.

You should be making it up to me for your behaviour, I thought silently. You know what I want.

But still I didn't say anything.

'We better leave soon or maybe I'll let him take me home…Or someone else.' He teased but I wasn't finding it very funny.

'Pete's married with a couple of little kids.'

'That don't matter. He can take me to a hotel.'

I was full of rage at this image in my head even though I knew he didn't mean it.

'You willing to break up a happy, little family?'

His eyes slid away and he did actually look guilty.'

'Aw, didn't mean to spoil your plans, sweetheart.' I played along.

'You can come along for the ride and watch. If you want.' He raised his head coquettishly as he wheedlingly wound his arms around my neck. Part of me was liking this little fantasy of his except for the part of him being with another man, especially one like Dagget.

'You know you're the only one I want to be with.' He whispered in my ear. 'Jus' messin' with you, is all.'

'I know. But you can't help me worrying what with some of these dirty old men wanting you. 'Cos you're the hottest piece of ass in town and best of all – it's all mine.'

He frowned at that, not flattered like I expected him to be. 'Not it ain't. Last time I checked, it's all mine.'

'More mine than his.' I smiled with satisfaction as his eyes got darker. I loved making him angry, always ended up in furious making-up in the bedroom. He scowled at me and one more button popped open.

He'd been at that poor shirt all night, insisting on that it was choking him and that he didn't feel comfortable in it. Now it was three buttons down, and he was showing off some gorgeous bare skin, no doubt on purpose.

'Now, baby, you really can't blame the man. A tease is what you are.' I stroked the enchanting bare patch of skin with my finger.

'I ain't doin' this to tease anyone. I hate this stupid shirt!' He continued to wrestle with it.

I looked around to check that the door was shut properly. I hated peeping toms with a passion. Worse - I knew I should get back and mingle and make small talk but I was so reluctant to leave him.

I planted a kiss to his forehead. 'Nothing would make me happier right now than to rip that suit right off you. You look adorable, lover.'

He smirked, jumped up and wound his legs around my waist again.

'Well, yeah. Mr. Faggot thinks so, too!'

I chuckled at his clever rhyme. 'Why thank you, Daryl for sowing that image into my mind of him drooling over you just like I saw him doing. I might call him that by accident.'

'I fucking hope so.'

'Feisty, huh? You know what I want?'

'What's that?' His voice was immediately on edge.

'I'd love to be alone with you somewhere else right now...But that will have to wait until we get home later.

Usually, I like doing it in risky places but not when I'm working, even if it is a party. I'll take real good care of you once we get home, I promise.'

'Sounds good to me.' He slid his nimble little fingers down the front of my pants, slower this time. I gasped and almost dropped him.

He smirked at the effect he was having on me.

'Now, promise that you'll behave out there?'

He pouted again like a schoolboy whose mother had just told him that he can't have candy before dinner and took his hand reluctantly out of my pants.

'Yeah, sure. Even with...'

'Even with Dagget, yeah.'

'Not Dagget - Faggot.' He mumbled under his breath as he turned around to open the door. I grabbed his arm firmly then and twisted it behind his back as I shoved him against it.

If he found himself under threat, he would fight dirty - I knew that by experience. Now he was more or less relaxed as I held him firmly against that door.

I wasn't serious about it, well not really, at that moment more than anything I wished that his 'I do you, you don't do me' attitude would drop to the floor...right along with his pants.

If he'd shown that he was ready to give in to me, I seriously would have taken back what I said about not mixing business with pleasure.

Just as I let a moan slip out close to his ear, he tried to buck me off.

I leaned in close and had to keep my laughter at bay that threatened to slip out as I whispered in his ear: 'Careful now, Daryl. Will you do this one thing for me, huh? Jus' try to fit in and be nice to people while we're here, OK? Just one more hour, I promise and then we can get out of here.'

'You mean walk out there and act like I belong?'

I pushed him up harder against that door, and tightened my grip on his arm warningly. 'Yes. Now, what did I say about not embarrassing me?'

I felt him tense up slightly and planted a kiss underneath his ear-lobe to show I didn't mean it.

'All right, fine, I'll do it. But what do I do if he, you know, really tries something?' Now he was sounding genuinely worried.

'Oh, I won't let him give him a chance to get that close to you. He's gotta know that ya mine, baby.'

He opened his mouth again to argue but I put my finger on his lips to silence him. 'Sh... It's jus' the thought of anyone else touching you gives me the green-eyed monster.'

He looked up at me, puzzled but I didn't bother to explain. Just before we left the room, we necked like we it was the end of the world. He was clearly impatient.

We went out and inevitably we got separated at one point, thankfully Daryl wasn't clingy but knew his own mind even at his young age. It was one of those things I liked about him. I scanned the room as I talked to my boss. Pete was on the other side of the room, well away from my boyfriend who was taking advantage of the free drink policy for the fifth time this night. God knows how many he'd gulped down all ready, thanks to him.

Of course, my co-worker worked his way over to him as soon as he saw him and joined Daryl at the bar. Not letting him talk to anyone else. I decided to stand back to see how he would deal with the situation, but when Dagget accidently-on- purpose brushed the buttons on Daryl's shirt, I had to intervene. I narrowed my eyes and excused myself again from the wealthy lady I had been wooing as I quickened my steps towards them. I got there just in time to hear Daryl snarling. 'I told ya not to touch me, you deaf or somethin'?'

'There a problem here?'

Dagget turned around to face me and did so with a sugary smile, probably meant to look innocent. 'Not at all, can't a guy give a compliment? Only said I liked his shirt.' It was the first time he'd even hinted at what he was into on the side. Meanwhile, Daryl practically ran to my side furthest away from him and I badly wanted to take his hand but couldn't.

'Been showering him with 'compliments' the whole time, I bet?'

'Guess that's true, jus' can't help myself.' He shrugged in that oily, fake. cringing way I despised and that made me madder. 'He's your trainee? Really? Well, then I'll guess you'll introduce him to everybody properly in the office on Monday.'

He laughed contemptuously and swigged from his whiskey glass. His face was already red from all the free booze.

'Ain't no business of yours what he is and what he ain't.' In my anger, my voice had slipped back into Georgia. My fury with the smug son of a bitch only increased when he rose an eyebrow in surprise.

'Back off.' I told the other man. Meanwhile, Daryl had inched even closer to me and I surreptiously put my arm around his waist. Luckily, the creep never noticed.

Daryl let out a sigh of relief as Dagget's back disappeared. 'Thought he would never leave. Weird when they just won't take 'No' for an answer, you know?'

'Yeah, sorry I left you again, baby.' I ordered a drink for myself and took a seat next to him at the bar.

The rest of the evening, Daryl practically held on to my sleeve and stayed close to me. He was quite the little actor – could have fooled even me - and could sound intelligent when he wanted. He'd shown interest in my business and I'd told him a bit about this and that and he was even starting to make me proud of him as he threw around buzzwords in front of our customers.

Even could have fooled me if I didn't know him. When he tugged my sleeve to let me know he'd had enough, I sought out his hand under the bar. Fortunately, most of the guests were drunk but there was no point in pushing it. I held it a few seconds before I handed him the keys, 'Go wait in the car, there's something I need to do first. Won't be long.'

He glanced at me curiously and I thought he knew what I had in mind before he flashed me a cheeky grin before he left, swinging that hot little ass from side to side.

All for my benefit.

Dagget (or Faggot) didn't know what he was missing. But then he'd laugh even more if he knew the truth – of what I wasn't getting from him.

Putting that aside, I looked round for the slimy asshole, hoping he hadn't left yet because I had something to make something very clear to him before we saw each other again. I couldn't let what he'd said to me go.

I spotted him now staggering slightly and took the opportunity to follow him to the men's room.

I slammed the door shut behind me and shoved a chair up against it. It was quite a classy venue and there were sofas in the restrooms as well as long mirrors, if you could believe it. In that moment I didn't care if we were alone or not as my fist and his face, just above the bridge of his nose, had a close encounter with each other, followed by his jaw.

Too surprised to defend himself he just stared at the blood on his shirt. 'Whaat…?' He asked stupidly. I took advantage of his daze as I didn't think he'd been made to pay enough for his disrespect to my boyfriend. His head crashed into the sink and bounced right off it before he sank down on his knees. He groaned loudly and clutched his bleeding head, still unable to believe what had just happened while I smiled down on him in satisfaction.

'What the...' He spluttered and tried to get away.

'No, you stay right where ya are if ya don't want more.'

'Jamie, please...listen. '

'No! You shut up and listen! When someone isn't interested in ya, you don't keep tryin' ya luck! Understand?'

'Is this about that little cupcake you brought along? Come on, I didn't do nothin' outta line.'

'No, but you kept touchin' him when he told you to stop. Made him mad.'

'All right, fine. I'm sorry. Maybe I had a few too many.'

'I'm not the one you should be apologizin' to!'

'Come on, don't be like that. You can't really blame me, can you? Looks like a model, that one. I didn't know he was with you, not for sure.'

'You better keep what you think you know to yaself.' I drew back my fist and grabbed him by the collar. 'Otherwise…'

'Wha...What ya gonna do?' I stopped and stared down at him. I couldn't believe that he was such a craven coward.

'If you don't want your wife and kids to find out about ya little hobby, you'll keep your mouth shut.'

'Look…Sure. Nobody but me noticed anything about you and him. Nobody knows…'

'Better not.' I yanked him up by his shirt as he didn't move and used his body to push the door open. We kept walking and slipped out the back exit until we could see Daryl smoking by my car. When he saw who I had brought with me and the state of him he looked shocked for a minute before he shook his head.

'He's got something to say to you.' I dragged Pete over and when I shoved him in front of Daryl, he took a couple of steps back in confusion.

Daryl stared at us back and forth in disbelief. 'Jamie...You didn't need to...'

'Sure, I did, or how else is he ever going to learn?' My grip tightened and I turned my attention to the piece of shit in my grip. 'I ain't hearing you.'

'Look, kiddo, I'm sorry. Should've listened to you and stopped when you told me to.'

'Damn right.' Daryl muttered under his breath. His eyes flashed over Peter's face one more time before he nodded. 'Fine. No big deal.'

I released him and deliberately put my arm around Daryl's shoulders.

'He says you're forgiven, so now get the fuck out of our faces.'

He walked on shaky legs back inside and Daryl watched him go with an unreadable expression on his face.

'Look, you didn't have to do that. I could've handled him. He was harmless, just a bit sleazy, is all.'

'I'm sorry, Daryl but I didn't like the way he was hassling you.'

He said nothing but stared out of the window for the whole 25- minute drive home making it clear to me that he wasn't at all happy with how I dealt with Pete. Sure, I might have lost it for a second, but he was being disrespectful and, in my world, he had it coming for touching what was mine.

As we got closer to home though, he looked at me and smiled like he'd thought about it. 'Hey...I kind of get why you did it, even if it was totally overkill...He was a bit of a sleaze but harmless. I could have handled him.'

'But that's just it. You never really know who's harmless and who isn't if it comes down to you and them.'

''Spose.' He shrugged, unconvinced.

'Besides, you're worth it. Sick of people like that. They just don't fucking listen.'

'Tell me about it...Thanks anyway...'

'Sure thing. I'll make you forget all about him as soon as we get inside, just like I said I would.'

He shot me a grin of excitement my way and it gave me that maybe – just for tonight, he would change his mind.

I was going to try again.