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“Just one more.”
“What, Car? Spit it out.”
“He lives in your building.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah. He’s on the fifth floor.”
I live in a luxury condo building in Hudson Yards. It’s a new construction since the area is being gentrified. It’s near Hell’s Kitchen and wasn’t nearly as nice as it is now. I own the entire top floor. I have the largest penthouse and rent the other three. I have a private elevator into mine, and the elevator for the other three requires biometrics. The only way into my apartment that’s out of my control would be landing on the roof and repelling down to my windows, which are High-Rise Impact hurricane ones. They’re not entirely burglarproof, but I’ll know someone’s there before they can get through it. Only my place has them. The fifth floor ain’t shabby though. I know because I own the building.
“How long’s he been there?”
“Like two years.”
I don’t know all the tenants’ names since there are condos people own. I have property managers for that, and some people sublet. With a private elevator, I rarely see people since I use an entrance off the street. I prefer it that way.
“That’s it?”
He hesitates. I know my friend. I wait him out.
“This might be a good thing.”
“Carmine, spit it out.”
“She belongs to Cries and Whispers.”
That I didn’t expect. Not even remotely. It’s the BDSM club I belong to. I’m certain I’ve never seen her there. I would remember. But then again, plenty of members disguise their identities. I’m not sure how I feel knowing I’ve likely seen or been near guys— people, I shouldn’t assume —she’s fucked. It does, however, make the image of tying her up, bending her over a sofa with nipple clamps, while I fuck her and spank her way more vivid.
“Good to know. I’ll make sure we don’t go at the same time.”
“Ha!”
Carmine’s barks a laugh.
“She’s my attorney, and you know my arrangement.”
“It’s not like you’re exclusive with that woman. You’re not the one married. You could scene with anyone if you wanted to.”
“Does she have a Dom?”
I really don’t like that thought.
“Not that I can tell. She’s had an insane caseload lately. It’s been like three months since she’s been. But she was a regular before that. Same two guys, though. She doesn’t do randoms either.”
“How far back did you scroll her texts?”
“Eighteen months.”
“Didn’t you sleep?”
“No.”
“Ew.”
“I’m married, and my wife’s hot.”
I knew from his tone he meant any time he wasn’t investigating Sinead, he was doing whatever he does with his wife. They’re blissful together. He’s more like the kid I knew when I moved here. His bitterness has evaporated, and he gets along with everyone besides just his cousin Maria and me. That wasn’t the case from the day we met.
