LOGAN BLACKSTONE
The heat of the moment was intense, sweat cascading down my body as I met with Maryknoll Ryans, the stunning woman on all fours in the opulent hotel room. My hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her closer, savoring every second of our connection.
In my world, discretion is paramount. My lawyers are always on standby, ensuring that every romantic encounter is sealed with a confidentiality agreement.
Maryknoll, like every woman who crosses my path, is no exception. I’m well aware of the kind of women I attract and take meticulous precautions to keep my personal affairs out of the tabloids. My relationships are strictly physical. Emotions are off-limits.
It’s a straightforward arrangement: I indulge in their company and then let them move on. After a series of painf
