Money Man (Woolf Tales Book 3)

by Viva Gold

  “Tal?”

  “Roth?”

  They took turns making my name sound like they’d stepped in shit. Cold air hit me as they stepped away.

  “Guys?” Izzy asked sounding confused. I watched as they communicated in some weird twin telepathic way. G or possibly T spoke for them.

  “Umm, Izzy. Can we have a word?”

  “Privately?” the other one said. I felt like a piece of dirt. What the hell? First Zac, and now these two jokers?

  Isadore visibly stiffened at my side. “Anything you have to say can be said in front of Tal. I trust him implicitly.”

  “Really?” they both asked in unison then cleared their throats to try and hide their disbelief. Izzy growled. God, I knew I loved him for a reason.

  “Um, it’s the Doron Sagall connection,” G spoke up. I noticed they both wore earrings with their initials.

  “What about Doron?” I asked.

  T turned to me with no hesitation this time. “The word is that you’re at the helm of his London activity.”

  “The word? What word? What activity?” I spun my head between the three of them. Izzy looked as clueless as I felt, but G & T definitely knew more. “Tell me.”

  “Wait.” Izzy put his hand up. “Not here.” He led us through to a back room that was much quieter. It was a playroom which was slightly distracting as it had been set up for a demonstration, however, it was private at that moment.

  G began and T cut in at various points. The crux of it was that Doron had basically landed me in it. I was his scapegoat and the reason he’d got off so easily was because the investigation has switched to me. While I was utterly incensed, I wasn’t worried.

  “They won’t find anything, I’m clean.” I was met with stony silence. “It’s the fucking truth.”

  “Mr Roth.”

  “Sir.”

  “Tal is fine,” I told them.

  “Tal. Don’t be foolish. Your ignorance will get you a prison sentence.”

  “Or worse.”

  I paled and slid down to the floor holding my head in my hands. First off, I was fucking pissed off at Doron for betraying my trust. I had worked so hard for him and thought he was my friend. Secondly, there went my seven-figure income. Thirdly, I was fucking furious at being held to blame for something I had no knowledge of. And I was scared.

  “I believe you,” Izzy told me.

  “Thank you,” I whispered gratefully. “But you have no idea who I’m dealing with. Doron can make anything happen. He has that much power. For real.”

  I was flanked once again by heat and muscle. “Hey.” G shoulder bumped me. “It’s better you know. We can help you.” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

  “Ask Jason about us.” T giggled which was fairly disconcerting from a man his size.

  “I tell you what,” Isadore was in control by the sound of his tone. I was relieved. “Tomorrow, we’ll get everyone together for a chat at Greenall Manor. Jason won’t mind. We’ll get this resolved.”

  “But why would you do this for me?” I asked completely dumb founded. Sure, Izzy and I were old friends, but we hadn’t seen much of each other in recent years.

  “Firstly, my mother would kill me if she knew you were in trouble and I’d neglected to help. Secondly…sounds like fun!”

  “You’re a weird man – has anyone ever told you that?” G & T roared with laughter just as Izzy hauled me upright, grabbed my cheeks and kissed me full on the lips.

  “Welcome to the family,” he answered cryptically. “Now go and have some fun and we’ll see you at 12 tomorrow, at the Manor.”

  The worry didn’t entirely dissipate, but the rest of the party was a distraction. While G & T disappeared for the remainder leaving me immensely disappointed, I was soon caught up in the proceedings. We ate delicious finger foods from the silver servers – literally. The waiters were laid out on tables around the bar covered in sushi for guests to help themselves. I went straight for the tuna sashimi decorating one boy’s arse. It was delectable. Behind me I heard giggling and when I turned around Angel was watching me, flanked by several other boys. One was partially hidden and when Angel moved to whisper something in his ear, my heart squeezed in my chest. I swallowed my sashimi whole as I feasted my eyes on the most incredible looking man I had ever seen.

  He was small, but I preferred that in my lovers if I had the choice. In fact, he was probably only about five feet seven inches to my six feet. His body was lithe without being too skinny and I could see muscle definition beneath his tunic. I noticed all the boys were wearing similar tunics to Angel’s silk one. It was cute. A set of amber coloured eyes flicked over to mine and I gasped. They were so unusual and absolutely enticing against his pale skin. The boy’s hair was almost black with one of those heavy fringes styled across his forehead. If he were mine I’d take him straight to Ron to see about that. It was faintly ridiculous, but it didn’t detract from his exquisite beauty. He had cheekbones cut from glass and a mouth that was as pouty plump as the ripest plum.

  I realised I had been staring for too long when heat crept up his face and he lowered his head. He tucked himself into Angel’s side and hid his face against Angel’s chest. I heard Angel talk to him in French and although I wasn’t fluent, I understood enough to know he was telling him who I was. I had to meet this creature who’d affected me in this unbidden way.

  “Angel? May I know, who is your friend?” I wasn’t sure if my French came out correctly and judging by a couple of smirks, I thought perhaps not. Thankfully, Angel answered in English.

  “This is my good friend, Bastien.”

  “Bastien,” I repeated, testing the name on my lips. “What a lovely name.” Angel spoke to the boy, who finally looked at me. “How old is he?” I needed to clear that up before I started anything, although I was already transfixed.

  “Twenty,” Bastien whispered. “I am twenty.” His English was heavily accented but I was relieved he spoke it at all. And I would have put him at years younger, but was extremely grateful he wasn’t.

  “May I buy you a drink?” I asked softly. He looked up at Angel who smiled and nodded. I wanted to warn him against me in some perverse way, and tell him I wasn’t a nice person, but I was too greedy for his company. I held out my hand and Bastien slid his smaller one into it. It felt perfect, like it belonged right there. I tugged him to my side and went to find us a table.

  “Can I get you a glass of champagne, or something stronger?” I asked a nervous looking Bastien. He shook his head.

  “Just a water, please.”

  “Really? You don’t drink alcohol?”

  “I do, but not on a first date, non.” The boy shook his head and blushed. My cock plumped at his bashfulness. I grabbed a silver server and asked for a water and a scotch. I saw Bastien flinch at my order. “Wait! Actually, I’ll have a water too please. No scotch.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bastien’s look of relief. There was a story there for sure, and I suddenly felt furious at whoever had caused him to be wary where alcohol was involved.

  “So, have you seen much of London?” I asked. I wanted to talk about inane stuff that would put him at ease. I sensed I’d have to tread carefully around this one. As if I could feel someone’s stare, I looked up to see Remi standing with his massive arms crossed over his barrel chest, watching me. His expression was one of concern. I smiled at him hoping to reassure him of my intentions and he seemed placated. I was even more convinced Bastien had a history that had made him vulnerable and for once my main aim was not to get him naked right away, but to get to know him first.

  “Non, Monsieur. We have only just arrived this afternoon. Tomorrow we are going to Angel’s house in Oxford…”

  “Ah, Greenall Manor.” I offered feeling pleased I was also going there the next day. When I remembered why, my stomach rolled, but I pushed it to the back of my mind.

  “Oui, oui. It is where Jason’s Maman and Papa live too. I am excited to meet them.” Bastien’s mood had picked up
at the mention of his plans. He was as enticing a man as I had ever encountered.

  “I’ll also be there tomorrow,” I told him, causing another deep blush to redden his face and neck and the tips of his cute little ears. He was saved in responding by the arrival of our drinks. He buried his face in the crystal tumbler taking delicate sips. I downed mine in one to ease my parched throat. Just then the background music stopped and Izzy’s voice broke the silence.

  “Friends, may I have your attention, please.” All heads turned his way. He was stood on a chair by the bar so everyone could see him. At some point, he’d changed into his Dom gear which comprised of arseless leather chaps laced at the front, a leather harness like mine and thick wrist cuffs. Adam was naked save for a cock cage, and was kneeling at his feet. My cock thudded in my jeans in anticipation of what was coming next, especially with the close proximity of Bastien.

  “I’m not about to bore you with a long speech on how much I love my Boy.” Everyone cheered and Izzy grinned. “It has been the best year of my life with my husband by my side. Adam Cohen is the greatest thing that ever happened to me and I love him very much. So much that I really can’t put it into words…but I can show you.”

  Double doors opened to reveal the playroom I’d not long vacated. Murmurs of wonder rumbled through the crowd and everyone inched closer to the action. I couldn’t wait. Izzy was wielding his flogger with glee as G & T helped Adam onto the St Andrew’s Cross. I was almost completely absorbed by the events unfolding in front of me until I heard a whimper that stole my attention. Bastien was white as a sheet and trembling like a wet kitten. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he was barely holding it together. I could see his breaths coming in short pants and was certain he was on the verge of a panic attack. Davey faked them occasionally, so I knew what to expect.

  “Bastien! Bastien!” I called trying to get through to him. I looked around searching frantically through the crowd for Remi, Jason or Angel, but no one was immediately visible. Mostly everyone was captivated by Adam being thrashed lovingly by his husband. I stood up and rounded the table and gathered a startled Bastien up into my arms. He immediately lashed out, fighting me to get away.

  “Let go of me!” he cried. “Don’t hurt me.”

  “Hurt you? What?” I was confused but I knew better than to leave him while he in was in such a distressed state. “Ungh.” A foot hit me in the groin and I dropped Bastien as I writhed in pain.

  “What the fuck is going on here?”

  “Remi!” Bastien practically crawled under the man’s skin. Remi lifted him with ease and tucked him into his chest.

  “Shh, mon petit. Shh.” The big man stroked Bastien’s hair until the boy calmed which took about as long as it did for my balls to stop aching. I carefully stood up with a grunt.

  “I didn’t touch him. He was having a panic attack,” I told Remi. I was ready to defend myself but he merely nodded. He looked so sad it made my chest hurt.

  “You’re coming to the Manor tomorrow?” Remi asked. I nodded. “Jason has hired a mini bus to take the boys, why don’t I leave him and Angel to it and ride with you? That way I can maybe explain a little bit.”

  “Umm, ok.” We exchanged contact details and I agreed to pick him up at ten the next morning. I watched him cuddle Bastien as he took him away from me and I was left bereft, confused and still fucking horny. But most of all, I was just tired. Quietly, and unseen by anyone, I slipped out and headed for home.

  “Tal, wait up!” I was by the kerb waiting for my Uber when G & T rocked up beside me. “Where you going, man?”

  “Home,” I told them. I was feeling sorry for myself.

  “Come on, we’ll take you.” They took an arm each and led me to a big, black Range Rover. “Get in the back.” They practically shoved me in. “What’s your postcode?” I told them and G punched it into the sat nav. They exchanged approving comments about my address.

  “I could have gotten the cab,” I said sulkily.

  “Moody bitch, ain’t he?” G commented to T who hummed in agreement.

  “Listen, I don’t need to be insulted by the hired help. Let me out.” I was being a bastard and I knew it. I was met by stony silence.

  “Hired help – that’s a good one. You hiring, then?” T looked at me pointedly in the rear view mirror. I felt like an idiot.

  “Sorry. I’m acting like an arse.” I exhaled and slumped even further into the soft leather.

  G chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s a nice arse.”

  “Great arse,” T concurred. I grinned a little. They were funny.

  “Did Izzy send you to babysit me?”

  T sputtered. “Did Izzy look like you were on his mind?”

  I snorted. The last I saw of Isadore Woolf was him unlacing his leather chaps to release his monster cock on his guests. “No, I guess not.”

  “Nah, this one’s on us, mate.” G winked at me. It was endearing.

  “I should be worried then?” I suggested tentatively.

  “Little bit, Tal. Little bit. We’ll sort it out tomorrow, yeah? D’you need a lift to the Manor?”

  “Actually, I’m picking Remi up. He wants to tell me about Bastien. Apparently, Jason and Angel are taking the boys by mini bus.”

  G looked deep in thought. “Message Remi there’s a change in plan. We’ll take you and fill you in on the way. It’s a better idea.” He didn’t look like he was waiting for me to agree. I took out my phone and did as he’d suggested. “We’ll just pop to our place, grab a few things then stay by you tonight. That way we don’t have to rush in the morning.”

  My heart sank. Clearly, there was more to be worried about than they were letting on. I had no choice but to comply. When we got to my place they had a good look around feigning interest in my apartment when it was clear they were checking it for any threat. I was beginning to feel sick.

  “Guys, do you think I should let my personal assistant know what’s going on and what my plans are. I don’t usually take a shit without him diarising it.” They laughed.

  “No need to tell him. Just say you’re taking a few unplanned days off.”

  “Yeah, tell him you met two sexy black motherfuckers who won’t let you out of their sight. That part at least is true.”

  I groaned. “And comedians to boot.” I was already messaging Davey. Moments later my phone lit up with message after message. When I didn’t respond quickly enough it rang. I didn’t need permission from my self-appointed bodyguards to speak to my staff. “Davey,” I answered. A torrent of words blew me away and I ended up holding the phone away from my ear for a full two minutes. G & T stood there watching me looking none too impressed. “Davey, shut up!” I hissed down the phone. He finally fell quiet.

  “What’s going on, Sir, you’ve never done this before.” He sounded worried.

  “I, er, met someone.” Silence.

  “You met someone?” Davey’s voice cracked.

  “Yeah. Umm, two someones.” I took a picture of G & T and pinged it off to Davey.

  “Fucking hell, boss.” His voice was now filled with awe. I wasn’t about to mention Bastien at this point. I knew that would hurt him more than G & T.

  “So, er, yeah. I’m going AWOL for a few days.” I hated lying to Davey. He was the one person I trusted without question and he returned the sentiment tenfold.

  “Ok. Sure. Have fun.” Davey lowered his voice to a whisper. “Take pics.” He giggled and I felt immediately better.

  “G’night, Pet.”

  “Night, Sir. Enjoy.”

  4

  I shook my head at the phone. When I looked up G & T were grinning at me.

  “Bit of a cliché, isn’t it?” T asked.

  G continued, “Boss fucks his secretary…”

  I was going to protest my innocence but clearly that would be pointless. “To be fair, his arse is tight and peachy, and his mouth is wet heaven. So, yeah.”

  To my shock, G & T high fived each other. I was even more surprised whe
n they kissed. It rendered me mute and turned my legs to jelly. My cock on the other hand, was well impressed.

  “Wanna play?” T asked me. G was eating his throat.

  “Oh, yeah,” I croaked. G released T, strode over to me and in one fell swoop threw me over his shoulder. G slapped my arse hard; then we all headed for my bedroom.

  I felt a momentary pang as a vision of Bastien clouded my mind. It must have shown on my face as T took hold of it. “Don’t mean nothing, Tal. Just some fun, yeah?” I nodded. I really needed the distraction, and well, G & T were too tempting. Twins…fucking Twins. Why the hell wouldn’t I? “Just need to check something first, if you don’t mind…”

  “Go on.” I wondered where T was going with this.

  “BDSM? D/s? What’s your kink?” T tugged at my harness playfully as he held my face so that I couldn’t avoid his penetrating gaze. There would be no lying to this man.

  “I like to be dominant but don’t really take the D/s thing seriously. It’s more the dynamic rather than the practice, if you know what I mean.”

  T cocked his head. “So, open to suggestion?”

  I thought that sounded like fun. “Yeah, sure, bring it on.”

  G dropped me onto the bed, but before I’d even stopped bouncing they’d placed themselves one to each side of me. Two sets of heavy hands went to work on my clothes and in the blink of an eye I was stark bollock naked, save for my jewellery. “Leave that, makes him look slutty,” G told T. For once, I was not the one in control and it felt fucking fantastic. My cock bobbed and leaked and my balls felt heavy. I writhed between them.

  T slapped my groin and I shrieked. He did it again and everything withered a bit. “Too fucking frisky, mate. Calm down.” I willed some control back into my body. It was impossible. They were too damn sexy. And their scent was driving me wild.

  “Can’t you just get me off quickly? I’m sure I’ll recover soon enough.” I couldn’t believe I was pleading with them. My dignity had flown out the door, I was so horny.

  “You just earned yourself some edging time, mate.” Oh God, I’d asked for one thing and they promised just the opposite. I wasn’t very good at being made to wait.