CHAPTER ONE
‘FUCKERS.’
Daniel raked his fingers through his hair and rose to sit at the edge of the bed, his body hunching over his mobile and its glaring news feed.
It was entirely expected, everything he’d envisaged the night before, so why was he so riled?
He’d asked for it. And the press had delivered. In fact, more than delivered—the article had to be the most scathing yet.
But where was the usual sense of fun, the thrill of living up to his name, of pissing on his mum’s glory?
‘Honey, whatever it is, let it go and come back to bed.’
The voice purred at him from behind, a set of nails down his bare back designed to add to the appeal, and yet he wasn’t taking the bait. Not even a nibble. Both his cock and mind uninterested.
‘You should go.’ He twisted to take in the naked rear of the woman who was last night’s fix. What was it? The third—fourth time they’d slept together.
She was beautiful, everything you’d expect an elite model of her calibre to be. But he was bored, the spark already dying out; it had to be a record. He felt a pang of guilt and buried it. She wouldn’t care, not really; he was careful who he chose to fill his bed. And she’d got what she came for. He always lived up to his rep.
‘What time is it?’ She rolled onto her back, stretching out and pulling the crisp white sheet down her front, her bared rose-tipped breasts pert and alert. His cock gave a twinge, a little interest after all...
But not enough.
It was gone eight. He was due at his sister’s in less than an hour and the press were already gathering outside. The sooner they broke out, the better.
‘Time you went,’ he said, rising to his feet. ‘I’m hitting the shower.’
‘I’ll come with.’
She moved to follow and he faced her off, unconcerned that the semi he was sporting gave a very different response to his, ‘Nej—don’t.’
She gave a sultry pout and fell back onto her haunches. ‘Party pooper.’
‘Don’t tell me you haven’t got a rammed schedule for today.’
She rolled her eyes with a resigned sigh. ‘Thanks for the reminder.’
She turned to reach across the bed and take up her mobile from the side table, her focus now on the screen while her pert little ass beckoned him.
Shower. Now.
Making himself turn away, he headed to the bathroom. He could get his fix later, find someone new perhaps. Hell, he could have his pick...maybe that was the problem...
‘Annie, dahling,’ he heard her coo down the phone, ‘can you sort me an escape from The Shard? Seems we’ve caused a bit of a stir with the paparazzi...’
He set the jets of water running and drowned out the remainder of her conversation. He’d just finished with his hair when her naked body curved around the doorframe.