CHAPTER 8
VINCENZO
Dammit… What the f**k is going on? Five years, and I’ve dropped a tool while f*****g someone. Sophie must have some kind of charm or maybe a bit of voodoo to make me f**k 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 sure they sign their respective contracts and NDAs to keep my reputation intact and to cover my tracks so my enemies can’t find any angles to attack me from.
But with Sophie, she refused to submit to me, and yet—scary
