The Book of Rook

Chapter 1

ROOK

What the hell is that noise? Slowly opening my eyes, the bright light of day blinds me as I search for that incessant noise that I realize is my fucking phone. Now my head is pounding along with the ringing. Blindly I reach towards my nightstand, slapping around and finally find my goddamn phone. Whoever this is better be dying.

"What?" I muffled from the pillow in my face.

"Rook, I just got a phone call from the manager at the MET wanting to showcase Ms. L. Uvia's work tonight. Please reach out to her manager so I can get her permission. This will be so huge for her to get her name out there. Plus, a silent auction will be held for her work for anyone who would like to purchase."

I force myself to sit upright and rub my face to wake myself up. Slowly the words seep into my foggy brain. It's Benny, my long time friend and owner of the gallery that showcases my twin sister's art work under her alias. Bishop will kill me for this, but I think this is the push she needs. "Benny, give me five minutes and I'll call you back."

I end the call and throw my phone back on the nightstand, groaning again. Fucking hangovers. I throw the covers back and realize there's a naked blonde woman in my bed. Here I go again. Bringing random women home, fucking them and then sending them on their way. Bishop is right, I am a man whore.

Who is she again? Right, Destiny. I brought her home last night from the CL Club. Well not actually my penthouse but my family's mansion in the Village. God forbid I bring one of my liaisons to where I live so they can harass me when I kick them to the curb. Nope, lesson learned the first time I did that. Had to move since Brittney would show up everyday and ring my bell all day and night. Rookie mistake.

Let me think back to last night. Too many tequila shots and maybe Destiny rubbed against me the right way so I brought her home, in the pretense we would see a movie in the basement where my family has a theater. Unfortunately, I walked in on my sister and her boyfriend/professor or whatever she wants to call him. Bishop will deny he's anything to her but after seeing her with her tongue down his throat, I beg to differ.

Gross.

Note to self: I need to bleach my eyes after witnessing that.

Anyway, after a brief argument with Bishop, where she actually threw her fucking shoe at me, I thought it better to bring Destiny to my room, where we were going to end up anyway.

I reach over to my nightstand to find my aspirin and an open can of beer. After chugging both down, I look around my messy room, clothes everywhere.

Sue me, I was in a rush to get naked so I could fuck her. After a few rounds, some ropes were brought out, some still tied to the headboard. Destiny was into it so who was I to deny her a good time. I chuckle at the things we did in this room. Bent her over the dresser and against the wall. I think she passed out after I took her on the carpet. I look over at her. Yep, her knees have rug burns. My sexual appetite is a little on the darker side and with my playboy status, I've kept the condom companies in business. Never had complaints from my various partners. I rake my hands through my brown hair. Got my good looks, blue eyes and height from my dad, Philip Raines. My twin looks like our mom. Petite with brown hair and brown eyes.

Sometimes it hurts to look at Bishop and not think of mom who died a few years back when a drunk driver hit the cab she was in. Bishop took it hard since she was supposed to pick her up from the hairdresser but was running late because she was hungover. She hasn't had a drink since.

Anyway, I digress. I need to clean up the ropes and condoms before Clara comes to clean. She's the young housekeeper I tried to seduce before my sister cock blocked me.