Arc 3: Sugar and SinVincent Hale is fifty-one years old, obscenely wealthy, and the most dangerous thing that has ever happened to my bank account and my underwear simultaneously.I'm twenty-four. I have a studio apartment he pays for, a card he tops up every Monday without being asked, and a standing Friday night arrangement that his wife thinks is a client dinner.It is not a client dinner."You're late," he says when I let myself in.He's in the armchair by the window, jacket off, shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows, a glass of scotch balanced on his knee. Fifty-one and built like a man who still works for it, broad through the shoulders, silver at his temples, jaw sharp enough to cut something. He's looking at me the way he always looks at me. Like I'm something he bought and he intends to get his money's worth.I like it. I'm not ashamed of that at all."Traffic," I say, dropping my bag on the console table."Mm." He takes a slow sip of his scotch. "Take the coat off, Nia."I unti
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