Page 25 of Caged By the Stranger
He’s a damn billionaire. Of course, he can get and do whatever and whoever he wants, while my three hundred bucks to the doorman didn’t get me shit. He must have fucking planned on it from the second he gave me that card. Did that bald asshole tell him when I signed up to go to the club?
Was getting me on this cruise part of that plan?
But that explains nothing about how he said no one would put a cage on someone to be cruel. Or how he had plans for it.
Argh! None of this makes any sense. He could have just hit on me at that convention. He could have just talked to me through the portal. He could have… I don’t know! Found any number of ways to communicate with me other than sneaking a cage onto my junk and leaving me in hell, and then surprising me on this cruise.
What is he playing at? Did he do this to anyone else on the cruise?
I’m pretty sure I’m the only gay employee on this ship. And pretty sure no one else looked like they were silently freaking out at dinner. But why me?
‘It means they’re so taken with you they can’t bear the thought of sharing you with yourself or anyone else.’
The memory of his explanation has my throat going dry again and my pulse fluttering.Taken with me?How can he be taken with me when all he did was suck my cock? And if he’s taken with me, this is sure as hell a shitty way of showing it.
The sound of a door closing next door makes my breath stop. He’s back in his cabin.
I wait, heart pounding, as I listen. The bathroom door opens. I hear soft footsteps. The sink runs. Then nothing…
Wait. Do I hear…music?
Is he fucking kidding me? He’s got nothing to say to me after all those cryptic messages up in the hot tub?
No fucking way. I don’t care if he is the damn CEO. He’s got some explaining to do.
Wrenching open my door, I glance down the corridor. The second I’m certain it’s empty, I step out of my cabin and rush to Rory’s door, rapping on it with determination.
I’m not some game to be played. He’s not the CEO right now. He’s just some strange asshole who either violated my trust in that club or took advantage of a secret I shared with him on thisyacht and is messing with me. He’s going to answer for it either way.
“Charlie…” A pleasant smile forms on his face as he opens the door. “How nice to see you again. You left so abruptly, I thought—”
I don’t give him a chance to finish whatever bullshit he’s trying to spew. Pressing my hand to his chest, which is still bare and warm from the hot tub, I push him back and make my way into his cabin.
Spinning around, I see that he’s closing the door, unfazed by my forceful entry, which just pisses me off further. I grab hold of the door and slam it shut.
He’s got his white towel wrapped around his waist and his chest…is bare. The chain and the key are gone. How fucking convenient.
“Cut the crap.” Aiming my index finger at him, I keep my voice firm, but not so loud that I’m yelling. I don’t think anyone’s rooming near us, but I’m not going to take the chance of anything being overheard. “What the fuck are you up to?”
“What do you mean?”
I could put my fist in his face for how calmly he asks me that with a mask of confusion on his face. ‘Down To Zero’ is playing softly through some speakers in the background. Its airy melody has me seeing red, knowing he was planning on relaxing in here like nothing happened while I was next door freaking the fuck out.
Poking him in the chest, I grit my teeth. “Imean…all that shit you said up there. About your fucking key. How you failed to tell me who you were when I confided in you yesterday. How you gave me that card to that fucking club. How I got invited on this cruise. Is there even a promotion or was it all just bullshit to get me here and fuck with me?”
His hand wraps around mine before I can give him another jab. His tight grip belies his calm. “Mm, you know more than you let on,” he says, moving his body and my hand closer to me. “There is an opening for a promotion. I only invited the best candidates. Why? Did you want to work underneath me? Because I can tell you, while this heated little visit is entertaining, that’s not the best way to go about it.”
The fucker. He’s doing it again. Him, his innuendos, and taunts. I’d fucking punch him if it wasn’t for the sudden urge to get some distance between us.
Jerking my hand away, I’m surprised by how easily he lets it go.
Taking a step back, I plant my hands on my hips to let him know I mean business. Not the kind of fucking business he’s talking about, though.
“It was you…at the club. Wasn’t it?”
Tilting his head, he studies me. Seconds tick by, making my blood boil and my stomach squirm.
“Why? Did you want it to be?”
