Manwhore +1 (The Manwhore Series Book 2)

Before I leave Edge for the day, Valentine updates me on the latest social media whirl after our club sighting.

Latest blog entry from chicagogal243—

Malcolm Saint, our favorite bad boy, in a relationship? So, readers, do you believe that our sexiest bachelor could ever be monogamous? I sure don’t . . .

Twitter:

Spotted this weekend @MalcolmSaint back on with the lying reporter!

She’s SO wrong for you @MalcolmSaint SO WRONG!!!! YOU’RE A PRINCE AND SHE’S A FROG!

On his Interface page:

Saint, my darling! Jeremiah and I sent you an invite to our 1st anniversary—you can bring your friend along.

On Facebook:

Just PM’ed you, S. We’re planning the yearly group trip to Monte Carlo. RSVP soon? sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

His Instagram:

Your new girl is luscious and lovely! Call me if you want me to meet her and kiss her, give you a little show. CALL ME!

“You’ve hired a team of bodyguards, I hope?” Valentine asks me when he closes the internet search.

“No, but I have a Saint protecting me,” I say, tongue in cheek.

“So it’s a no to that threesome that woman’s offering?” he baits.

“Really, that lady has no clue how full Saint’s hands are going to be with me.”

Valentine laughs, and I shake my head and head to the elevators, smiling to myself. Sin, oh Sin, should I learn to wrestle so I can properly deal with these chicks?

Can’t we just tell them all I’m the one who has dibs on you?