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Chapter One
“Sure, uh, Catherine Help yourself,” I said, buckling upfrootten her na back to ht This was Mandy, or Mindy I reached for her hand, trying to pretend I actually gave a shit
“Sorry baby, I’ood with naripping her jaw, I tilted her head just enough so that I could runher neck I could feel her annoyance melt away atyou want I’ll call you whenis finished”
She rolled over onto her back, stretching out her long, lean body as she s her, and I’m sure on some level she knew that That otten just as ht as I had I’d irl in the world for me, when really there were dozens just like her ere ready to jump in my bed I made no secret about who I was or what I wanted, and honestly, any woo home with me knehat to expect
I was Britain’s nate Eric Falcon My reputation oazine, one of which only last week stated I gave more respect to my pet cat than I did to the many women I dated
What can I say? I love my cat
Really, I’m not as bad as o so far as to describe uy I just have no interest in a relationship that extends beyond a quick fuck when it suits me I really don’t see how it’s my fault or problem if a chick falls for eall the other notches onaround too long, fall in love withorder)
The thing is, I’e for anyone I don’t need fixing because I'reat I’m exactly where I want to be at twenty-five years old
I exited the lift on the ground floor of The Briston, home to one of the many flats I owned around London This particular residence was one I specifically used for entertaining I avoided taking women hos as impersonal as possible And secondly, because excessive female company upset Mr Jefferies
I wasn’t kidding about the cat
You’d be forgiven for not picking me as the cat type Mr Jefferies had been part of my life for two years, after I found hi kitten Initially I had just planned to drop hi it up with Jack Falcon, it was clear he wasn’t going anywhere The newspaper probably wasn’t far off—I do treat Mr Jefferies with more respect than some of the women I date—but in his defense, he’s worked for it, whereas they haven’t
Dropping to your knees before you’ve even told ain you my respect All that does is make me want to treat you like the slut you obviously consider yourself to be If you’ve got no respect for yourself, then why should you expect it from me? It sounds harsh, but sometimes the truth hurts
Three blocks down fro As in literally h interest in my father’s business that when I turned twenty-one he had no hesitation in ely helped by irlfriend to the US to study psychology My father considered Alex’s move a betrayal Many fathers would be proud of a son who studied psychology, but not ours He hasn’t spoken to ularly because what goes on between hi to do with me, and because he is the only faive a damn about
“Hi, Jack” Carly, my personal assistant, s, yes, I’ve fucked her Several times actually On my desk, on the photocopier, the lunchroom table…
“Morning, Carly Can you bring me in a coffee please?” I walked intoshe would already be scurrying to her feet to please me Every woman liked to please Jack Falcon, and Carly knew by now that a happy JackChristmas bonus
Regardless of who et my position, I took ood at it We brought property at a fraction of the cost it orth and sold it for a profit Since my takeover, our quarterly was up e deals that had been worth ood exa with the liquidator of a bankrupt luxury hotel to try and secure the property which would then be resold by us at a huge profit Liquidators were fantastic to deal with because they had no emotional tie to the property It was the senerations that were the hardest to close Nobody wants to see their fa lot
My eyes wandered over Carly as she walked over to me She wore a sheer white shirt, and her dark blue skirt was so short if she bent over I’d feel obliged to pay her for the show This year to date, the coainsta co woet their hands dirty
“Thanks, Carls,” I drawled, letting a lopsided grin spread acrossatto be praised I was half expecting her to roll onto her back for a tickle, or sit in exchange for a treat I winked at her She s me hard
The coffee was hot and felt like liquid energy as it slid down my throat My phone vibrated I reached into e It was from Catherine or Carmen or whatever the hell her name was
I had a great tiain xx
Sighing, I tossed my phone on the mountain of papers on ive her my nu a relationship with these woes after a hook-up It was always the sah the air as they tried to cling onto the hope of seeing ain, but this ti up on her, when I saas Luke, my best mate
“Heyoff my shoes I lay back in my
chair, rubbing my head No matter how much alcohol I consuovers “What’s up?” I yawned, stretching my arms behind my head