Chapter 63: The Gift That Left Me Speechless

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: The Gift That Left Me Speechless

~Reynold’s POV~

I hit send and waited anxiously, my eyes darting toward Julian, who was watching me with a suspicious look.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed.

Frederick:Read your previous message.

I scrolled up and opened his earlier text.

Little pet, let me know when you’re done. The driver will come and pick you up after the lecture. I’m still around, waiting to see your face before I head back.

I smiled as I read the message. I was just about to lock my phone when another notification popped up.

About your friend, if you trust him, let him come with you. You said he’s your best friend, so the decision is yours.

No way.

I couldn’t let Julian come home with me today. It wasn’t even about Frederick’s rules anymore. This was my own decision. There was no way I was letting Julian anywhere near Frederick’s estate or allowing him to meet Frederick in person.

Julian leaned slightly across the table, waiting for my answer.

I forced a tight, apologetic smile. "Julian... not today, okay? Please. I promise I’ll invite you over properly one of these days."

He stared at me for a long moment, studying my face as if trying to figure out what I was hiding. Finally, he sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fine."

The tension between us lingered for a moment before Julian suddenly shifted the topic. He leaned forward again with a smirk.

"There’s a party happening this Friday."

I blinked, surprised. "A party?"

Julian nodded, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Have you ever heard of an orgy party?"

I shook my head. "No."

"You’re going to love it," Julian said smoothly, lowering his voice. "You have to come with me. We’re going to have a lot of fun. There’ll be plenty of beautiful girls and guys, and you can just enjoy yourself and do whatever you want."

"Like what?" I asked, completely bewildered.

"Sex," Julian said with a grin. "You could have sex with multiple people at once."

"What? No. That’s not for me."

"Come on, Reynold. You’re young and beautiful. You have to enjoy life," Julian pressed, waving a hand dismissively. "I’ve never tried group sex before either, but I’m going to give it a try at this party."

"No, I seriously can’t do that."

Julian tilted his head, studying me. "Wait. Have you ever topped anyone before? Because I’m pretty sure you’re a bottom."

My face burned. "No."

"Well, this is your chance. Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be on the giving side?" Julian asked, his tone turning persuasive. "It’s a completely different experience, Reynold. You’ll actually enjoy it. And no one will ever know because the party is private. Not just anyone can get access."

I shook my head internally, completely baffled. Why is Julian saying all this to me? In the past, he had always been protective, telling me never to cheapen myself or use my body for money. Yet here he was, actively encouraging me to sleep with multiple strangers just to satisfy some fantasy. What on earth was going on with him?

"Alright, whatever," I said, eager to end the conversation. "I promise I’ll think about it, okay?"

There was no point arguing with Julian about it. I already knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere with him on Friday. Frederick would have his driver pick me up as usual, so the decision was already made. I just needed to say whatever would end this conversation quickly.

Julian smiled, seemingly satisfied. "That’s fine."

Shortly afterward, we finished our food and flagged down a waiter to ask for the bill. When the waiter approached, she gave us a warm, professional smile and shook her head.

"Your bill has already been taken care of," she said. Then she turned her attention to me. "And the gentleman asked me to give you his card."

I immediately shook my head. I didn’t want a repeat of what happened the last time between Frederick and me. "No, I can’t take the card. I’m not—" I started, trying to hand it back.

Before I could finish, Julian quickly took the black card from her hand and thanked her profusely before she turned and walked away.

Julian stared at the sleek card in awe. "What is wrong with you, Reynold?! This is the kind of card you keep for emergencies! What if your mystery man leaves you one day? What will you do then? Just keep it!"

Not wanting to argue with him and draw more attention, I sighed. "You’re right." I took the card from his hand and slipped it deep into my pocket.

As we stood up to leave, I quickly typed a message to Frederick.

I’m done. Send your driver to pick me up.

Frederick’s reply came almost immediately.

Alright. He’ll be there in a few minutes.

We walked out of the restaurant into the afternoon sun. I gave Julian the name of a busy intersection near campus where he could drop me off, claiming I was meeting someone else. He dropped me off without suspecting anything, and just a few minutes later, Frederick’s car pulled smoothly up to the curb.

The driver stepped out and opened the door for me. I slipped inside, and the car pulled away, heading straight toward the estate.

When the car finally rolled to a stop inside the gates, the driver hurried around to open my door. I didn’t waste a second. I hopped out and jogged straight toward the grand front doors.

"Welcome back, sir," the maid greeted politely as I hurried past.

"Thanks," I called over my shoulder as I hurried up the stairs two at a time. I quickly made my way down the hallway and reached the master bedroom. Without slowing down, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Frederick was lying lazily against the pillows, scrolling through his phone. The moment his eyes landed on me, a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. He tossed his phone aside and immediately lifted the heavy duvet.

I kicked off my shoes and quickly stripped off all my clothes, leaving only my boxers on. Then I scrambled onto the bed and dove straight into his arms. I curled up against him, resting my head on his chest. Frederick wrapped the thick duvet around us both, pulling me close against his warm body.

"How were your lectures?" he murmured, gently stroking my back.

"They were fine," I mumbled against his chest.

Frederick chuckled softly, the rich sound vibrating through his chest. "I have a gift for you."

I blinked and lifted my head slightly. "A gift?"

He nodded, a playful glint in his eyes. "Where is it?"

Instead of answering, Frederick gently shifted me to the side. "Move over a little, little pet."

I shifted across the bed, giving him enough room to get up. Frederick climbed out of bed and walked over to the walk-in closet. A moment later, he returned carrying a sleek, locked black case. He sat back down on the edge of the mattress and popped the clasps open.

I leaned over, peering inside, and my jaw dropped.

The velvet-lined interior was filled with an array of high-end adult toys, each one neatly arranged and gleaming under the bedroom lights.

Frederick reached inside and picked them up one by one, calmly explaining what each was for.

"This one," he said smoothly, lifting a sleek, beautifully designed vibrating wand, "is for warming you up when I’m busy with meetings. And this—" He picked up a sleek, remote-controlled toy. "—is for when you’re downstairs watching TV, so you can still feel my presence even when I’m not touching you."

I looked at him in surprise.

Frederick simply smiled and reached back into the case, pulling out several more items. He laid them neatly across the bed, explaining each one with the same calm, matter-of-fact tone.

"This is a bullet vibrator," he said, holding up the small device. "It’s compact and easy to use for targeted stimulation."

He picked up another item. "This is a cock ring. It’s designed to increase stimulation during intimacy."

Then he lifted a sleek, flexible toy. "And this is a wand massager. It’s mainly for external massage and stimulation."

I stared at the growing collection on the bed, my eyes widening with every new item.

"You actually bought all of these?" I asked, still trying to process what I was seeing.

"Yes, little pet. They’re all for you."

My face burned bright crimson, my eyes darting from the items in his hands to his utterly composed, handsome face.

"I figured you’d need them," Frederick continued, his voice calm as he arranged them on the bed between us. "You’re young, and you have a high drive. Sometimes you might crave sex while I’m busy working, and these will keep you satisfied and stretched out until I’m ready to take you myself."

I couldn’t believe my eyes, my ears, or the sheer audacity of how calmly he was sitting there explaining everything to me as though we were discussing business portfolios.

My heart pounded furiously...