Chapter 13

[MADDOX]

After twenty minutes of a long drive, dinner at a fancy waterfront restaurant with a view of the magnetic Manhattan bridge and two flutes of champagne later, Zara Fisher was a sight to behold. Her guards were down, her eyes shone brighter and her laugh was noisier. Yet every single thing about her was such a turn-on.

She was easily the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen in my life. So different from the women I was used to.

All the women I’d dated in the past had a selfish and ulterior motive to be with me. Publicity, money or simply sex. None of them wanted to be with me for me. They all had their own narcissistic reasons.

Which, of course, I couldn’t hold against them. Powerful people like me needed a good-looking face by their side. Not only for the sake of being accompanied to various balls and events that we needed to endure, but also, because after a hectic day of work, everyone needed a pleasant face to look at and a fine ass to fuck. It was a win-win for both parties