I reluctantly returned to the patio but found that several people had left the canopy hall and were eating either in groups or alone. It was a normal 'Woods' party. Nothing about our parties were ever formal. You can hear the blaring of the music from anywhere you decide to stay in the compound.
As I made my way through the scattered crowd, I tried to locate Sylvester again but saw no traces of him but I noted where his grandpa was standing with some old hands drinking beer and doing barbecue.
When I went back to the tent, I found Mum talking to some friends with Riley obediently standing by her side with his hands folded at his back. I sneered at the picture of them together. I walked up to them and cut into her talk. "I am here Mum." I wanted the whole charade over and done with so I could go find Sylvester. Courtesy wasn't very high on my list as of that moment.
Mum raised a brow at me but I returned it with a questioning look of my own, pretending that I didn't know what I just did. Mentally taking a step back from her usual self, she cleared her throat and introduced me to her group of friends. Some of them were people I knew while I had never seen some before. Some were part of the group I saw at the club the night I stalked her while she was hanging out after our shopping. I paid my due respect to these people with the brightest smile I could afford.
Satisfied with my performance, she excused us from the group and led me and Riley around the compound, greeting the guests and introducing us to some people we have never seen before. Something told me that not even Uncle Ron, the celebrant, knew these people.
After almost an hour of strolling up and down the compound, kissing arses, Mum's phone thankfully rang and she walked away to take the call. Taking my chances, I placed a call to Sylvester and he told me he was in the house. In the guestroom area specifically. Switching off my phone, I hurried into the house and found him waiting for me at the door with his shirt buttons opened and his skin sweaty. He looked disheveled, red in the face and a little strange.
"What's up?" I asked him curiously as I approached him, slowing down my pace.
"Nothing. I was just …" He wouldn't meet my eyes.
"What's going on? Why are you like this?" I asked as I looked him over.
The door behind him opened and Dakota of all people stepped out. I watched in a daze as he wrapped his arms around Sylvester's waist from behind before planting a kiss on his shoulder. A pang of jealousy shot through my body and I squinted my eyes at him, willing him to die from the look alone.
"What are you doing here?"
Instead of answering me, he turned to Sylvester with a devilish smirk on his face. "Tell her."
Tell me what?!
I was thoroughly confused at this point. Not only was Sylvester's cheeks turning redder by the seconds, he became jittery and dropped his head, hiding from my gaze.
"What's going on Sylvester?"
"Tell her now or our deal is off." Dakota sneered. He then slowly ran one of his palms across Sylvester's chest while staring seductively at me. When. He grabbed one of Sylvester's nipples and started kneading it, a light bulb went off in my head.
Nothing would be more satisfying than wiping that cocky sneer off his face at that moment. My hands were itching to get on him but right now, Sylvester was all that mattered. I needed to get him away from this lecherous lich.
"Syl…"
"He is one of my clients,"Sylvester muttered.
I almost didn't hear what he said. If not for the word 'client' that came out louder, I would have missed it all. Not only that, even as I was trying to piece together his mumbled words, Dakota placed one of his hands on Sylvester's belly and started roaming on his torso in a sensual way. I was so shocked, my eyes felt like they were going to drop out of their sockets. Dakota was gay? That couldn't be. I have seen him with girls. I have seen him having sex with girls. Everyone that is someone on this side of Arizona knows that Dakota is the boy they don't want to see hanging around their daughters. So what was Sylvester talking about? He wasn't making sense.
"What are you talking about?" I shivered, trying not to think about what Sylvester just said would imply. "I don't understand," I continued, hoping he would tell me I was crazy to ever think of that.
"Why don't we go in first. Now that you are here, it's going to be more fun." Dakota smirked then grabbed Sylvester's hands before opening the door to the guest room behind him. They went in and I was left with no choice than to join them.
When I got into the room, to say I was shocked would be an understatement. The guest rooms were designed to look like studio apartments with a sitting area, a kitchenette and a small walk-in closet. So they are all fairly big. Our guest rooms are all fully furnished with basic furniture like bedding, chairs and other things to make them look as decent as any five star hotel in Arizona. The funny thing is that we hardly have guests who sleep over since Dad and Mum started their cold war so all the guest rooms were vacant and all their furniture were covered in either draped or wrapped up in nylon to keep the dust out.
It was no surprise that Dakota knew to bring Sylvester here. This area was where Daniel and his friends partied and hung out in those days. Unlike every other part of the house that can be accessed through the kitchen and front door, the guest house can only be accessed through the sitting room downstairs and the garage. So it was convenient to sneak in and out without being discovered. It was the perfect hideout where Daniel stashed his drugs.
I looked around the room as all these went through my head. They have uncovered the bed and the set of cushion chairs. There were two wallets, rolls of Marijuana, a Shisha sniffer, some tablets on the glass centerpiece and two bottles of hard liquor. One was unopened while the other was already half empty. On the floor, I found two used condoms with semen inside them and some ashes, probably from the marijuana. There was also a white plastic tub on the floor. The bed was rumpled and the bedsheet which they must have gotten from the closet was hardly covering the mattress. That was when it clicked that Dakota didn't get Sylvester to trick or prank me. They were truly having sex before I arrived. The number of used condoms also meant, they have been at it for some time. Was Dakota that strong?
Shaking my head to clear it, I watched as Dakota dragged Sylvester back to the bed and made him stumble on the mattress. I have never seen two men having sex before. Despite how common gay folks are supposed to be, I have never seen them being lovey-dovey before, so all Dakota was doing was making me feel out of place and embarrassed. Like I was invading their privacy.
"Since you knew you were busy, why did you ask me to come?" I snapped at Sylvester, suddenly becoming more angry.
He was still red in the face and refusing to look at me. He even tried to get away from Dakota's embrace but I guess the guy's hold on him was quite strong. Dakota persistently kept kneading Sylvester's right side's breast and even made attempts at sneaking his hands into Sylvester's pants. To prevent that from happening, Sylvester sacrificed his breast by holding back Dakota's second hand.