Sinner: Chapter One
Armani tuxedo, Berluti shoes, Burberry watch.
Blue eyes, blond hair, a mouth a little too wickedly wide.
Yeah, I know I look good as I step out of my Audi R8 and walk into the hospital benefit.
I know it, the valet taking my keys knows it, the girl working the complimentary bar knows it. I give her the classic Bell dimple as I take a scotch from her, and she blushes. And then I turn and face the crowd of milling wealth, sipping my Macallan and thinking about where to start first.
Because tonight is my f*****g victory lap.
First of all, I inked the Keegan deal this afternoon—which is this sexy stack of papers transferring a deserted downtown block of nothing to a New York developer—and my God, you would not believe the money these people have. It’s not like norm
