CHAPTER 8

VINCENZO

Dammit… What the fuck is going on? Five years, and I’ve dropped a tool while fucking someone. Sophie must have some kind of charm or maybe a bit of voodoo to make me fuck her without any of my tools.

And worst of all, I know her name.

That is ridiculous. I don't know any of my playthings' names. I just give them numbers based on who is my favorite at the moment. I've never inquired about their names—not once. If anyone should know their names, it’s probably Niko and Scott. They’re the ones who draft contracts for each of the women I stay with.

I make...