Page 38 of Nothing But the Night (Basic Instincts 2)

“So, he’s racist?”

Tyrone shrugged. “It was more than that. He thought Theo had dropped his standards to get fucked by poor white trash like me too. Racist, snob, dickhead. Call him what you like.”

“How did Theo react to that?”

“He was pissed off, but he was more concerned about getting a return on his investment. He tried to keep everyone sweet on the day, but it was obvious he didn’t like the way Blake treated Dan and me.”

Tyrone jumped up from the sofa. He’s sweatpants had slipped even further, exposing the base of his cock. He jiggled impatiently from side to side. Jason was losing him.

“One last thing. Do you think Blake was in love with Theo, or a bit obsessed with him?”

“Obsessed for sure. He acted like the sun shone out of his arse. Might as well, that bloke had everything elsestuffed up there at one time or another.” He gave a high-pitched, stoned laugh.

“Enough to hurt him?”

“You mean to run him down? I’ve no idea. I doubt he had it in him. Probably just went home and kept wanking over Theo’s old clips. The ones without black guys or white trash partners, obviously.”

Jason took fifty pounds from his wallet and handed them over. “Thank you, Tyrone. I appreciate your help.”

He took the money. “Any idea who did it yet?”

“I’m still working on it.”

“Probably just some arsehole who’d taken too much coke or had too much to drink. Theo wasn’t the type to make enemies, you know. He was too basic.”

“Did he ever mention escort work to you?”

“No. But If you keep asking questions, I’m going to need another fifty.”

Jason smiled and headed for the door. “Good luck with the rest of your work.” He jerked a thumb towards the bed.

“You know, if you ever fancy making some content, I’d be up for it,” Tyrone said.

Jason paused, at a loss for what to say.

“You look all right,” Tyrone continued, giving his cock a tug. “And it’s quite a popular scene, you know. Older, beefy guy, getting topped by a small, skinny dude. Users like that.”

Jason opened the door. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll stick to my day job.”

“If you ever change your mind, you’ve got my fucking number.”

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Jason returned to the office. Ryman was in with a client and Olivia finished early on Friday afternoons. He made a mug of tea and started straight in on tracing Blake Remar. It took less than a minute to find his website. Tyrone had done well to deliver his real name. There was no mention of adult content on Blake’s corporate-looking site, just lots of business photographs, high-end food pics and arty wedding shots. Filming sex workers was obviously a side hustle.

Unless Tyrone had been messing with him and had given the random name of any photographer he knew. Jason’s instincts were that the boy was telling the truth. Beneath the swagger and the bad attitude, he’d come across as genuine. Almost endearing, despite it all. Though Jason wouldn’t be taking up the offer to get fucked by his enormous dick on camera.

He chuckled.

There was one photograph of Blake on his bio page. It was very slick and processed, making it impossible to get an idea of the real man. He could be anything from twenty-five to fifty. His face was whited out by a combination of lighting and filters. He was blond, possibly good-looking, with what appeared to be blue eyes. There was no trace of personality, or even humanity in the image. His smile was fixed and lifeless.

Jason reached for the phone.

He expected to reach a secretary or receptionist and was surprised when the answer came, “Hello, Blake Remar.”

“Oh, hello. This is Blake I’m speaking to?”

“It sure is.” The voice dripped with oily charm. “How can I help you?”

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