Camille’s little cousins—or maybe they were nieces?—came up to us while we were sitting there feeling out of place and muttering about how long we’d have to stay. They were dressed like angels and had a basket of gifts. Each gift had our name on it. Like they—Camille’s family—knew we were coming and had gone shopping for each of us.
I realized that there were little angel cousins or nieces going around to everyone at the party with baskets of gifts. All the little boxes were from Tiffany’s.
How ridiculous is that? Like it was some kind of fairytale party. Not real at all.
Sofia got a bracelet. Kiera got a necklace. I got cuff links and Hayes got a small luggage case that must’ve been mistagged “male” in the gift pile, but he kept it anyway. Said he was gonna regift it to his mom.
Camille appeared after that, face flushed with excitement and heat. I think she was dancing with Bennett because he came up with her. Then she ran across the room and turned, put a finger to her lips and said, “Shhh. Follow me,” and disappeared around a corner.
Bennett followed immediately. The rest of us looked at each other. “Did she mean us too?” I remember Kiera asking.
Then Hayes stood up, tugging on his lapels, said, “Yes,” and walked after Bennett.
Kiera and I looked at each other. I was thinking I wouldn’t mind dancing with her. Wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the evening just with her.
But she stood up and said, “Shall we?” as she held her hand out to me.
I took it and followed her.
We ended up in Camille’s bedroom, which was more like an apartment than a bedroom. I’m rich too. I come from the same kind of family. But my family is in politics. We don’t show off like that. Extravagant luxury and privilege was something we hid.
Camille was slow-dancing with Bennett in the middle of the room, even though there was no music on. Her head was on his shoulder, eyes closed as they shuffled their feet around the floor like two high-school kids at a dance.
Sofia was sitting on the edge of the bed, biting her lip. Looking at me, then Kiera.
I knew she was interested in me. Hell, we’d already had sex a bunch of times. But it was no secret I was interested in Kiera.
“Come sit down, Kiera,” she said. Then she patted the bed to show just where Kiera should sit.
I glanced nervously at Hayes, who just kinda smiled and walked over to them as they sat, waiting for us, I think, and started taking off his tie.
He was different back then. Kind of a ringleader. Which isn’t so different than he is today. But it’s altogether different at the same time. I just can’t put my finger on what’s changed.
Once he had his jacket and tie off, he reached for Sofia’s hand and pulled her to her feet. She blushed, looking at me over her shoulder as he turned her around and unzipped her dress.
It fell to the floor. Like a little silky red puddle at her feet. She had on white panties and no bra. The panties hugged the shape of her ass in lace, climbing up to her hips at an angle so her cheeks were just the right amount of bare.
Kiera was looking at Hayes then. Not me. Eyes and chin upturned, like she was waiting for instructions.
He held his hand out to her next. Stood her up, turned her around, and unzipped her dress and soon it was on the floor at her feet too.
I glanced at Camille and caught Bennett feeling up her breasts as they kissed. There was no way he was getting her out of that gown so easily, so he didn’t even bother trying. Just lifted it up, his whole forearm lost in the layers of chiffon and silk, and started playing with her forbidden, hidden places.
I remember thinking, What the fuck is happening?
But then Hayes said, “What are you waiting for, Connor? Do you need an invitation? Do you want me to take your hand and undress you too?”
And I was young. Just twenty years old. I was a boy who thought about things boys think about. My cock was hard and I wanted Kiera. Sofia too. And maybe even Camille. Because by this time she was moaning into the magic Bennett was making between her legs.
Hayes had Sofia on her knees in front of him. I couldn’t see what she was doing from where I was standing, but I didn’t need to. He had one hand on her head and his belt was jingling.
Kiera was watching them as Hayes absently played with her breast. Then he turned a little and I caught a glimpse of Sofia, her hands massaging his cock as she took him into her throat. Hayes was pulling down Kiera’s bra and that’s when I snapped out of the spell and went over to them, unzipping my trousers as I walked.