Chapter Thirty

Diane had been patiently waiting outside of Drake’s cabin on the ship. She couldn’t wait to see Lydia’s face once she realized that Jessica would be staying in the cabin with them. Diane thought it would be the perfect trap, Lydia would become furious and break up with Drake, and then Jessica would be there to to comfort him and ensnare him in her web, making her his. Drake would finally settle down with a woman of society and Diane’s friends would stop nagging her about when her handsome billionaire son would settle down. Diane decided to lounge on the deck in a sun chair with a martini in hand. She had on a red one-piece and a flimsy white cover-up on top. For a woman of sixty Diane took pride in her body, after Drake and Kevin were born she’d gone and had a mommy makeover done. With the boob lift she’d also decided to go up a size, making her breasts a very full double D. She loved watching as the crew members gazed over her body longingly. She’d eyed a few up and down, seeing if any of them would be suitable for a conquest. She was aware of Gregory’s infidelity over the years, and they had an unspoken agreement, they could have as many lovers as they wished, as long as the press never found out. If the press found out about their arrangement, it would be a social disgrace for Diane and bad for Gregory’s business, as he appeared to be a devoted husband and a loving father. Diane grimaced reminding herself why she was so set on Drake settling down. He needed to be more present at family events and charities, she thought if Drake married one of the socialites he’d calm down and start attending more events with his family. The press was already starting to ask questions about why Drake wasn’t at the events supporting his father or her at her many charities.

One of the crew members that Diane had set her eyes on walked passed her again. She could tell from the way his uniform fit him, that he had an athletic build and liked to take care of his body. His face and hair were well groomed, telling her he took care of his appearance and she knew he would be well groomed down below. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties, making him Diane’s type. She loved younger men as their libido was high as well as their stamina, men in their twenties usually meant a good time in the sack. “Philipe,” She called summoning the man over. “Could you get me another martini,” She asked seductively, handing her now empty glass over to Philipe along with a key to her room.

He looked around, trying to gauge if anyone was near before he leaned in, “What is this for mademoiselle?” He asked indicating to the key in his hand.

Diane smiled licking her lips seductively, “That is for you later tonight, it’s the key to my cabin, make sure to take care of it.”

“Won’t the monsieur mind?” Philipe asked, his expression blank.

“Not.” Diane laughed, “He won’t mind at all, sometimes he even likes to watch as I suck another man’s cock.” She purred.

Philipe’s face lit up as he grinned at Diane. “Then I’ll meet with you tonight.” He responded walking away just as Drake’s cabin door opened.

Diane felt herself smiling. She’d managed to ruin Drake’s relationship with that gold digging whore as well as secure herself a midnight booty call. This honeymoon cruise was looking better and better. Diane’s smile faltered when she noticed Lydia and Jessica walking out hand in hand. Both of their faces flushed red as if they’d been freshly fucked. Drake walked out behind them, sunglasses on and a smug look on his face. The two woman walked deliberately in front of Diane, their bikinis not leaving much to the imagination, Lydia’s hand lowering to caress Jessica’s buttocks as the passed by. “What the hell is going on here.” Diane thought to herself.

“Hello Mother.” Drake called, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he lifted his sunglasses up. “I just wanted to thank you for my present. I didn’t know a mother cared so much about her son’s sex life to send him a third.”

If Diane had a drink she would’ve choked on it.

“I’m going to love watching Lydia go down on Jessica as I fuck her from behind.” Drake stated not bothering to lower his voice.

Diane’s face flushed seven shades of red, and before she could respond to Drake’s comment. He gently touched her shoulder, a Cheshire cat like grin on his face. “See you later mom.” He responded jogging away from her to catch up with Lydia and Jessica.

Diane felt her anger starting to boil over inside her. She had to find a way to get Jessica alone and ask her what was going on, but before she did that she needed to find out more about Lydia, so she could drag her in the mud and possibly blackmail her into staying away from Drake. Philipe returned with Diane’s requested Martini and winked at her before placing it down on her side table. “I’ll see you tonight.” He stated under his breath before walking away. Diane hoped Philipe would be as good in the sack as his body put off. After her encounter with Drake, she’d need a good hard fucking to ease her mind. She quickly pulled out her phone and texted Gregory.

“Cabin will be occupied tonight. You can either stay in the guest cabin or watch if you want.”

It didn’t take long for Gregory to reply. “Which crew member?”

“Philipe.”

“I’ll stay in our cabin.” Gregory smiled.

Diane smiled to herself, she would put on a fantastic show for her husband tonight, and then she’d ask him about a vacation to Bora Bora. Gregory controlled all their finances and Diane already knew to only ask Gregory to fund one of her vacations if he was in a good mood.

“ Oh, and I need your PI’s name and phone number.” Diane texted Gregory back. .

“Already wanting to investigate your little boy toy?” Gregory asked, before sending a text with the contact information.

“Something like that,” Diane responded, not wanting to let Gregory know she was investigating Lydia, While Gregory wouldn’t care that she wanted to look into Lydia’s background, he also wouldn’t support her in doing so. He had already written Lydia off as one of Drake’s flings, but Diane saw the way her son looked at that woman, it was the same look he’d given their nanny Amelia, before she disappeared without a trace. Diane smirked as she recollected memories of sweet little Amelia. She had loved to watch as Gregory tied up Amelia and fucked her raw, that was up until the moment they found out Amelia was pregnant. Amelia’s pregnancy had threatened to expose Gregory and Diane’s arrangement, which would ruin everything. Gregory had told Diane not to worry and that he would take care of the problem. The next week Amelia was gone and Diane didn’t question Gregory about it, she was just relieved that the problem had been dealt with.

Diane quickly saved Gregory’s PI’s number into her contacts, grimacing as she heard laughter coming form the pool area and the faint sound of cameras capturing whatever was going on. “What the hell.” Diane thought to herself before standing up from her lounge chair and walking in the direction of the pool.