Sinner

“You weren’t feeling good, were you?” I murmur, rubbing thoughtfully at her clit. “Put your leg over my shoulder, sweetheart. Sean’s going to make you feel all better now.”

“I was crying because I missed you,” she says. “I was crying because I love you.”

And that I can see this, just this once, the woman I love hugging my mother like she’s family—I’m speechless with it. It’s a gift I never expected to have. It’s a miracle.
Thank you.

I’m a sinner with a dimpled smile and perfect hair, and I know how to make sin feel like heaven.

With the right pen, a man can rule the world.

You wine them, dine them, flash them smiles, slip them gifts, massage them with compliments and praise and give them the old hey-buddy-buddy. You play golf or see the ballet or compare four-thousand-dollar suits and ten-thousand-dollar watches, and then you casually apply the leverage, the bladed facts against the soft underbellies, and handshake by handshake, you build yourself something new and shimmering and golden.

And when they’re at the precipice, the point of no return, when they are looking behind them and see their last chance to back out—that’s when you hand them the pen.

And they take it into their hands and it’s solid and weighty and cool to the touch, and they uncap it to see the engraved gold nib ready to drip with the promise of money and power. And when they press the pen to the paper and the ink flows so crisp and dark, like some kind of inky, terrible blood, that’s when it’s done.

That’s when you rule the world.

I’m not a good man, and I’ve never pretended to be. I don’t believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn’t paid for in advance.

What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18.

They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser.

My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.

Sinner.

Harry Valdman is a selfish, greedy asshole who cheats on his wife, ignores his children, and routinely swindles people out of their hard-earned money—but he’s a fairly decent boss.

m a sinner with a dimpled smile and perfect hair, and I know how to make sin feel like heaven.

Armani tuxedo, Berluti shoes, Burberry watch.
Blue eyes, blond hair, a mouth a little too wickedly wide

Armani tuxedo, Berluti shoes, Burberry watch.
Blue eyes

ani tuxedo, Berluti shoes, Burberry watch.
Blue eyes, blond hair, a mouth a little too wickedly wide.