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mean?” Darius snapped.
“I’m fine,” Destiny said. She shot Darius a warning look. “I just needed some fresh air first.”
“Good to hear.” Karl narrowed his eyes and took a breath before he continued speaking as if trying to hold his temper. “I’ve always been pleased with Oliver’s referrals. I would hate to give him a bad report. My guests are well connected and very powerful. You wouldn’t want to disappoint them.”
Darius and Destiny didn’t say a word. The silence was ominous. What the hell? Was Karl threatening them? Just because he wanted to entertain and impress his snobby colleagues, how far would he go? Darius had no idea what this billionaire was capable of and didn’t want to find out.
“It’s only a slight queasiness, Karl. I’m sure I can ride it out. We’ll be right in,” Destiny said with a smile. “Your guests won’t be disappointed.”
He checked his watch. “Start the show in ten. And do whatever you want as long as you fuck her. Make the session at least thirty minutes. When my wife walks up to the bar and orders a French martini, that’s your signal to wrap it up and get dressed. Any questions?”
“We’re good.” Darius forced a smile. “We brought a few items with us to spice it up.”
“I’m already getting hard.” Karl opened the teak door to the salon and left them on deck alone.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get through this,” Destiny assured Darius. “Let’s make it fun.”
“Part of me wants to tell Karl to fuck off, but the logical part says it would be worse to cross the guy. Something tells me it’s not healthy to piss him off. So let’s put on the fucking show.”
* * *
The lush salon was full of beautiful people mingling with cocktails in private conversations or seated on the lush sofas. Destiny enjoyed a good audience, even spoiled, hard-to-please ones. Hopefully, Darius would stick to their planned show and ignore any negative comments. The guests had that lazy-eyed look of a good alcohol buzz. These people, men and women, were rich, powerful and had a shameless sense of entitlement. It was hard to tell if they’d be a receptive audience or not. The abundant alcohol and good food was a plus in their favor.
“Paula, can you get the bag from behind the bar?” Darius asked.
“Darius!”
He looked at her questioning her response, then swore under his breath. “Oh my God. Sorry.”
She glanced at the bartender and wondered if he’d heard her real name spoken. He had, but it was only her first name. She shouldn’t worry. Darius took the bag and placed it behind a chair next to the buffet table. Their props would help heat up their scene.
Karl strode over to the bar, and the bartender poured him a double shot of a pricy single-malt scotch over ice. The bartender showed him a couple bottles, and she assumed they were discussing scotch preferences.
“Ready?” Darius asked. The sooner they started, the sooner they could finish and get off the damn boat.
She nodded. “Yes. Let’s give them a hot show. I’m getting horny thinking about you fucking me. And I kind of like the idea of a billionaire watching me. It’s getting me hot.” She got a small plastic cup of water from the bartender.
Darius smiled and relaxed a bit.
“I was not flirting with him!” Destiny shouted to begin their scene. Her raised voice silenced a few people, but others continued with their conversations.
“Don’t lie to me. I saw you. And he touched your ass and your tits.”
She turned her head away from the group, who now watched the argument. She shook her head. “No. It was an accident. It wasn’t like that.”
Darius laughed, faking annoyance. “Bull. It was no accident. You like to tease other men. You know what happens when you disobey me like this? It tortures me to do it, but I have to.”
“Don’t you dare,” she shouted. A flutter started in her stomach and moved to a throb in her clit. The anticipation of what Darius was about
“I’m fine,” Destiny said. She shot Darius a warning look. “I just needed some fresh air first.”
“Good to hear.” Karl narrowed his eyes and took a breath before he continued speaking as if trying to hold his temper. “I’ve always been pleased with Oliver’s referrals. I would hate to give him a bad report. My guests are well connected and very powerful. You wouldn’t want to disappoint them.”
Darius and Destiny didn’t say a word. The silence was ominous. What the hell? Was Karl threatening them? Just because he wanted to entertain and impress his snobby colleagues, how far would he go? Darius had no idea what this billionaire was capable of and didn’t want to find out.
“It’s only a slight queasiness, Karl. I’m sure I can ride it out. We’ll be right in,” Destiny said with a smile. “Your guests won’t be disappointed.”
He checked his watch. “Start the show in ten. And do whatever you want as long as you fuck her. Make the session at least thirty minutes. When my wife walks up to the bar and orders a French martini, that’s your signal to wrap it up and get dressed. Any questions?”
“We’re good.” Darius forced a smile. “We brought a few items with us to spice it up.”
“I’m already getting hard.” Karl opened the teak door to the salon and left them on deck alone.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get through this,” Destiny assured Darius. “Let’s make it fun.”
“Part of me wants to tell Karl to fuck off, but the logical part says it would be worse to cross the guy. Something tells me it’s not healthy to piss him off. So let’s put on the fucking show.”
* * *
The lush salon was full of beautiful people mingling with cocktails in private conversations or seated on the lush sofas. Destiny enjoyed a good audience, even spoiled, hard-to-please ones. Hopefully, Darius would stick to their planned show and ignore any negative comments. The guests had that lazy-eyed look of a good alcohol buzz. These people, men and women, were rich, powerful and had a shameless sense of entitlement. It was hard to tell if they’d be a receptive audience or not. The abundant alcohol and good food was a plus in their favor.
“Paula, can you get the bag from behind the bar?” Darius asked.
“Darius!”
He looked at her questioning her response, then swore under his breath. “Oh my God. Sorry.”
She glanced at the bartender and wondered if he’d heard her real name spoken. He had, but it was only her first name. She shouldn’t worry. Darius took the bag and placed it behind a chair next to the buffet table. Their props would help heat up their scene.
Karl strode over to the bar, and the bartender poured him a double shot of a pricy single-malt scotch over ice. The bartender showed him a couple bottles, and she assumed they were discussing scotch preferences.
“Ready?” Darius asked. The sooner they started, the sooner they could finish and get off the damn boat.
She nodded. “Yes. Let’s give them a hot show. I’m getting horny thinking about you fucking me. And I kind of like the idea of a billionaire watching me. It’s getting me hot.” She got a small plastic cup of water from the bartender.
Darius smiled and relaxed a bit.
“I was not flirting with him!” Destiny shouted to begin their scene. Her raised voice silenced a few people, but others continued with their conversations.
“Don’t lie to me. I saw you. And he touched your ass and your tits.”
She turned her head away from the group, who now watched the argument. She shook her head. “No. It was an accident. It wasn’t like that.”
Darius laughed, faking annoyance. “Bull. It was no accident. You like to tease other men. You know what happens when you disobey me like this? It tortures me to do it, but I have to.”
“Don’t you dare,” she shouted. A flutter started in her stomach and moved to a throb in her clit. The anticipation of what Darius was about
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