Thank fuck there are people in the world who actually devote their time to caring for sick kids. I may not be one of them, but I’m always happy to open my chequebook for a good cause, and I’m equally happy to show up when the paps are out.

Fernanda’s conversational skills may not be a huge selling point (just like her libido), but as far as arm candy goes, she’s top-notch. And I have to admit, we look fucking hot together on the wide, pink-lit steps of the Natural History Museum, me in my Zegna tuxedo and her in a barely-there sequinned number that shows off her miles of satiny limbs. The paps eat us up, and it’s a few minutes before we’re moved on to allow the next celebrities to take our places.

‘Your arms are so big,’ Fernanda purrs in her sexy accent, her slim fingers tucked into the crook of my arm as we make our way across the iconic space to the bar. ‘So hot.’

‘You know it, baby.’ I shoot her a smile—she’s so tall I barely need to dip my head—and, all at once, a memory hits me in a flash.

Marlowe, cradled in my arms on my bed.

Gazing up at me with those huge brown eyes.

No other guy has ever made me come before. You’re the only one.

The shyness in her voice.

The intimacy of that moment.

Fuuuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

‘Let’s get that drink,’ I tell Fernanda through gritted teeth.

When your assistant-with-benefits is both AWOL and pissed off with you, and your supermodel date’s appeal begins and ends with taking her out in public to make every other guy on the face of the earth jealous, and your new Alchemy membership card is burning a hole in your pocket, there’s only one way to end your night.

I got Yan to take Fernanda home. She pouted as I kissed her on both cheeks and put her in the car, but her bedtime game isn’t exactly compelling. It’s enough of a win for me to know that I could fuck her if I wanted to, and God knows she can’t compete with what I’ve heard about Alchemy. And first impressions tell me this place will live up to all my expectations, because holy shit.

The club is based in a white stuccoed villa in Mayfair, and, from the moment I walk in, the vibe is exclusive. Opulent. The lobby is gorgeous, as is the woman manning the reception desk. I’m still in black tie, and she eyes me appreciatively as she greets me. If this is the welcome I get at reception, then things are looking up for the rest of my evening.