Page 54 of No Fear

“Mackie. You got something?” Not that it really mattered now, but he still wanted to know.

“Yeah. How long they been together?”

“About a year.”

“Timeline fits, I found an old social media account that he closed a year ago. Full of the partying lifestyle you mentioned. Lots of girls, fast cars and booze. He started a new account, full of wholesome picture of him and posts about real estate, projects and other boring stuff.”

“Reinventing himself?”

“Looks like it. However, in his partying pictures, I was able to identify a few of the women. They work for a very high-end escort agency. Long story short, I might have called the agency, asked a few questions, and turns out the agency supplies girls and guys at a rate of ten thousand a night to exclusive sex parties. After the events, the girls and guys can decide to, er, take things further, should they choose, for an additional thousand an hour.”

“Simon could afford that. But is he still doing it?”

“Yeah. I ran his financials and can see the payments. Unless he’s paying for someone else to have a good time.”

“Fuck. I knew it.”

“Business all looks legit. Daddy Radwell is set to retire this year, and Simon will run the show.”

“Yeah, Charlie told me that.”

“No leads on where he gets his drugs. Could be through these parties. If he has at least one brain cell, he would be dealing in cash for that.”

“One brain cell? You’re being generous.” Donnie grabbed a bottled water from the room’s mini fridge, unscrewing the bottle.

“You really don't like this guy, huh?”

“No. Like I said he’s bad news. Thanks for this, Mackie. Appreciate it.”

“Anytime.”

Donnie guzzled down half the water. Thank fuck, Charlie had ended it.

He lay on the bed, watching the ball game. Jays and Yankees were wrapping up their series. Yankees were winning by a run, but it was only the third inning. Several innings had passed when he glanced at his phone. He had a few hours until he had to leave for the airport.

He’d gotten comfortable in a pair of gray sweats and white T-shirt and was trying to decide whether to text Charlie when there was a soft knock on his door.

He opened it and his breath hitched at the sight before him. Fucking hell. His eyes took her in. From the heels to the dress that clung in all the right places, to the deep cleavage before sweeping over her glossed lips to her eyes.

“Hi.” Charlie gave him a small smile.

“You look...wow! Did I miss a text? Are we going out?”

She shook her head. “No. We’re staying in.” She stepped forward and he moved to let her in, unashamedly gawking at her ass as she passed. He adjusted his dick in his sweatpants before it erected a tent.

“Seriously, Charlie, you look amazing. Did you get to speak to Maddie or something?” Clearly something had happened to pull her out of her funk.

“No. I just decided I don't want to waste any more time on Simon. I want to move on.”

“OK.” As much as it was good to see her smiling, this seemed a bit quick. “Would you like a drink?”

“No, thanks. I want to ask you something.”

“Anything.”

“Will you have sex with me?”

He was rarely speechless, but damn, he had not been expecting this. His immediate reaction was hell, yes. She was an erotic vision standing right here in front of him asking for sex. Fuck. He was a man, and he would have no trouble burying himself inside that sexy body. His eyes roamed over her again, imagining all the ways he would make her come. With his hands, his tongue, his dick... which had taken on a life of its own and throbbed inside his pants.