CHAPTER 016: Rose's Bane

“Thank you for calling Rose’s Bane, your home of guaranteed satisfaction. You’re speaking to Mwahlicious J. How may I assist you today?”

Well, no one can fault Rose’s Bane for their customer service skills. It’s top-notch. I can feel myself relaxing already.

“Hi, Mwahlicious J. I’m calling to book an appointment,” I say.

“Absolutely, I’d be delighted to help you with that,” she responds. I can hear her clicking away at her keyboard. “Can I have your name, please?”

“Caspian,” I say.

“Surname, please.”

No fucking way. “Is that necessary?” I ask.

There’s a pause, and I can almost hear the gears turning in her head. “For our records, yes, but we can assure you of complete discretion, Mr. Caspian.”

The last thing I’d want is for the media to get wind of this. My name would be splashed all over the headlines. ‘Caspian Hart, the reclusive billionaire who favors strip clubs.’ It would be a PR nightmare. I can’t even imagine the amount of calls I’d get. The rehearsals for a backup story. The p