With casual boldness, he pulled one of the women dressed in lingerie onto his lap.

“Sorry I was late,” he said sharply. “I was dealing with that nagging bitch.”

Oliver tossed the bag onto the glass table with a dull thud.

“What’s that?” Anderson asked, glancing at the bag.

“Ecstasy,” Oliver replied bluntly. “We’re going to get high tonight and fuck hot.”

Silence settled over the room.

“What?” Calvin said coldly. “I’m not taking part in this. If you can’t put that away, I’m leaving.”

“Of course, Damian. What’s wrong with you?” Simon added immediately.

“Keep it away. No drugs tonight,” Anthony said firmly.

Damian’s eyes widened slightly at Anthony’s...