Chapter 160

Our suspected demon lounged on a sofa, one arm stretched along the back, his legs splayed, owning his gunmetal black suit that had to cost a small fortune. His black hair was styled in a Caesar cut. Ninety-nine percent of all men with that cut could not pull it off. This man was absolutely the one percent.

I ran my eyes over every inch of him in thorough investigation. Giving my all to this job. Tugging on my red halter top to straighten it, I sat down on the high bar stools we'd commandeered to better scope him out. "Hello, billionaire BDSM romance cover."

"He could tie me up," Ari said.

My brother was a switch? I desperately looked around for a drink to magically appear, though if alcohol got Ari dishing facts like this, he was cut off. "Over-sharing between us only goes the other way, bro. Don't fuck with a perfectly acceptable system."