Pillow Talk

Chapter 1

"Come on you fucker! Give me something to work with."

Nixon spoke to himself, holding his camera ready in his hands as he waited for the man in his line of sight to make a move. This one was being rather careful about what he did in public, Nixon noted impatiently.

Nixon grabbed the man's file from the passenger seat of his Range Rover and skimmed through it again.

•Gabriel Lopez

•35 years old

•Married, no kids

•Investment Banker

Nixon snorted. This man had the perfect fucking life yet here he was, watching him secretly after being hired by his wife, Julia Lopez, who suspected that her perfect on paper husband was in fact having a scandalous affair with his 23 year old secretary.

This could not be more cliche.

Nixon watched as the man sat across from the blonde woman. They'd chosen the outside seating which worked to his favour, however Nixon was frustrated watching them.

To any outsider it looked like a typical business meeting. So far they'd kept it platonic. Even laying out files on the table as they ate. Smart!

Nixon avoided thinking about how he'd ended up here, working as a measly private investigator, about his previous job, about her.

He'd gone from saving and protecting lives to destroying them.

He was a real fuck up. Especially to his family. He'd never done anything the way they wanted and just when they were starting to accept his choices, one mission messed everything up.

And he went back to being the black sheep of his family whilst his brother, Nicolas became the golden child and heir to the Ford empire.

Nixon's attention was drawn to his phone buzzing. He rolled his eyes as he answered the phone.

"Brother, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Nicolas snickered on the other end, "Hello to you too. I should kick your sorry ass after you just disappeared from my engagement party."

Nixon held back a laugh.

"That was fucking rude of you.", Nicolas added berating his brother.

"You know sometimes I wonder who's older, you or me?", Nixon commented.

"Yeah and I wonder who has the brains, you or me? You know they were livid when they realised that you were gone."

Nixon knew that his little brother was referring to their parents. Honestly it didn't bother him anymore. He knew nothing that he did now would please them so why start now.

"Anyway -", Nicolas interrupted his train of thought, "That's not why I called."

"Well I would hope not."

"Shut the hell up and let me finish."

Nixon exhaled loudly just to irritate his brother, smirking as he heard Nicolas huff.

"So I'm meeting Sara for lunch at La Paris today and I wanted you to join us."

Nixon rolled his eyes as if his brother could see him, "Nic tell me why I would want to third wheel with my brother and his fiancé?"

Nicolas sighed, "You won't be third wheeling, Sara's cousin, Freya will be there too."

Nixon felt his ears heat at the mention of the beauty, the last time he'd seen her, he all but warned her that she should stay away from him or he would fuck her brains out. And now his brother wanted them to be in the same room, seated at the same table.