"This yacht is stunning," Tanya gasped.
She was right. It was huge. It had three massive levels and something I've never been on. I've never been out of the city, let alone sail in the ocean. There were many people there, both men and women, one looking more luxurious than the next. Luckily, I had Tanya change into one of the outfits at Callista's home. She insisted.
"What are we doing here again," Tanya asked.
"I'm not sure," I replied.
"No," she lowered her tone and seized my arm, "I meant we, as in Eric as well."
"That is something we need a drink for," I stated as we exited the yacht.
We weaved through the crowd of wealthy people to the inside of the yacht. It was beautiful. The dark oak was so breathtaking; the mere architecture of it was well worth the price. We sat in luxurious leather bar chairs before setting down our Louis Vuitton handbags.
"Two skinny margaritas with Clix vodka, please," I ordered.
"So-" Tanya started.
I put my finger up as the drinks were placed before us. I chugged mine down instantly and gestured for another.
"I was with Dimitri last night," I started, "He brought me home with him, and we were going to have sex when I walked through the front door, and there was Eric."
"Wait, what?" she choked on a sip.
"Yeah, I walked through the front door, and he's there with Callista," I continued, "I didn't know how to feel or even react to the situation. Before I knew it, all four of us were in some way other than having sex. I was with Dimitri, Eric was with Callista, and before I knew it, we switched," I stopped to take another gulp from my new drink, "Then Eric and I were fucking, and that's pretty much it."
Tanya's eyes wide in shock looked at me, unable to find the words.
"I know. That's how I was when he explained how he met them only two days ago," I added.
Her eyes got even more extensive in response.
"You should know," I hinted.
"Okay, I didn't know that she was the woman you're hooking up with," she defended, "I know what Dimitri looks like, not her."
"Fair," I reasoned. I can't believe this even happened. It had, though. Now I need to figure out what to do next."
"Well," Tanya started, "Do you like that he's on your little threesome?"
"I don't hate it," I admitted.
"Part of me wanted him to disappear, but now I don't know exactly how I feel," I forced out.
"Do you even know what you want?" she asked.
I pressed my tongue inside of my mouth; she didn't need to know my devious thoughts, "I want to have it all."
"All of what?" she pressed.
I smiled, pretending I was drunk, "All of this margarita and then some."
"I gotta use the bathroom; I'll be right back. Watch my drink," Tanya gestured before disappearing. Did she even know where the bathroom was?
"Your hair is beautiful," a dark husky voice behind me spoke.
I spun my chair to my right. An older, handsome man was sitting next to me. He had a clean shave, a strong jawline, and a cologne that drew you in. The deep musk was inviting. The hints of citrus, smooth amber, and small traces of elemi. His Rolex watch shimmered on his wrist with dominance as well.
"Thank you," I replied, 'What's your name?"
"Roy," he answered, "Yourself, young lady?"
"Ivy," I said.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he offered.
"Yes," I instinctually replied.
"Another of hers," he gestured to the bartender.
"How do you know the Baldwins?" he asked.
"A friend," I deviated, "You?"
"Long time friend," he studied me, "You look like their type."
"What does that mean," I insisted.
"They like young women," he stated.
Who the hell did he think he was?
"How about you?" I diverted, "What do you like, Roy?"
He slowly sipped his drink as if finding the correct way to respond to me, "I like money, luxury, and fine women, such as yourself."
Did they bring me here for help with investments or because they wanted me around? I don't know the people I'm sleeping with.
"Aren't you a charmer," I lied while drinking my margarita, just like every customer I've had to deal with at the bar. Get them to talk about themselves, "How do you know them? Old friends?"
His eyes narrowed as he glanced over, "I wouldn't say anyone here is a friend—coworkers, investors, businessmen, potential clients. This is a business meeting."
"What are you out of that list?" I asked.
He cocked a brow as a smile formed on his lips.
"Hey," Tanya greeted, "Sorry, am I interrupting?"
"Not at all," I answered, "Tanya, this is Roy."
"Nice to meet you," she put on her fake smile that she had mastered from bartending, "So handsome."
"One more round for these lovely young women," Roy said as he rose to his feet, "Now, if you'll excuse me, ladies, I must get back to the party. I gave a seductive smile along with Tanya before he left the area.
"What the hell kind of world is this?" Tanya asked.
I chuckled before raising my glass to hers in a celebratory gesture. I didn't know who they were, but I will find out.