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There was uncertainty in his voice, a nervousness.

Aaron gritted his teeth. “Problem?”

“No, there’s no problem, Boss … it’s just he’s supposed to be a nice guy.”

“Nice guys have dark secrets, you know that.”

“True. I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Thank you, Ethan.”

He disconnected the call, then tucked his phone back into his pocket.

****

Two days later, Aaron lay in his king-size bed, flicking through costumes on his phone. Every single one got him hard when he imagined Jett wearing them, but he couldn’t decide between Heaven and Hell, naughty or nice. The angel outfits would’ve suited Jett’s personality, made his baby-blue eyes pop, his smile look godly, but the red devil outfits, the horns, the tale, the red spandex leaving nothing to the imagination, that was as much of an incentive. He didn’t know whether he wanted Jett to look all innocent and pure, or corrupted and hot.

Whatever choice he made, he knew Jett would look mouthwatering, not just for him, but for everyone else in the club, too. When he thought of Marlon ogling Jett, the tingling in his crotch faded and he stopped stroking himself under the duvet.

He’d looked Marlon up, read article after article. As Mary-Sue had told him, he was renowned for being nice, nice to his fans, nice to the press, nice to the cast and crew. He was nice, and Jett was nice. They were suited, much to Aaron’s annoyance.

Marlon’s social media profile was full of his workout videos. Him looking no less than perfect, with his perfectly tousled blond hair, his perfectly sculptured jaw, nose, chest, all of it, and as soon as Aaron thought of Jett underneath Marlon’s stupidly perfect body, he flung the phone away, not wanting to scroll through anymore outfits.

He didn’t want to dress Jett up for someone else to enjoy.

Marlon looked like the kind of guy that would thank you repeatedly after sex, but then again, Jett looked like the kind of guy that would like that. Jett looked like the kind of guy that would smile all sweetly after sex, and whisper it was the best he’d ever had.

Aaron groaned. He didn’t understand why he wanted to see that smile, why he wanted to hear Jett whisper his amazement. He liked it rough, but he wanted the sweetness from Jett, too. It was something he craved, something that all the men he paid for couldn’t give him. Something he knew he’d only get from Jett.

Aaron’s phone buzzed, and he snatched it off the bedside table, then sat up against the headboard. “Tell me you’ve got something.”

Ethan breathed shakily down the line, and Aaron sagged, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Nothing of any use. He donated $200,000 to a dog center two weeks ago.”

“Well that’s suspicious, right?”

“The center burned down, and they needed funds to rebuild it. He bought a new plot of land for the charity to build on, and the plans look incredible.”

“But why, why did he pay that, blackmail? Guilty conscience? Maybe he started the fire.”

“He loves animals, supports loads of different charities.”

“Of course he does.”

“I did find out what hotel he’s staying in though. Rupert’s Inn in Camden.”

“What use is that?”

“Well we can’t blackmail him, but we can do other things.”

Aaron eyed the ceiling. “Where are you?”

“Outside the hotel. What do you want us to do, Boss?”

“Us?”

“Yeah, I told the others about it, and we’re at the hotel now. Leon’s more than happy to knock Marlon’s teeth in.”