Chapter 4
ANDREW
The mystery closet person never shows himself.
And though I’m sure it’s probably fellow bar-back Kevin O’Malley, stroking his Scottish stick underneath one of his homemade kilts, I must admit I’m a little disappointed not to bust his chops.
Though, I don’t have time for goddamned disappointment.
Not when I need to secure my fake wife.
Minutes after Sheena leaves the locker room, I wipe her lipstick off my c**k, get dressed and head to the back of the bar.
Tonight, The Alchemist is teeming, filled up with people contributing to the night’s fundraiser for foster kids, Lending-a-Hand.
Rich assholes from every corner of Manhattan crowd the hardwood floors, and as I slink to the corners, clad in a denim button-up, leather jacket and jeans that set me apart from every To
