Chapter 72
- My fists clenched on the table. I was going to kill my best friend if he did not stop talking.
- "Maybe she can maintain the charade and date around secretly?" Timothy snapped her fingers as if this was a stroke of genius or something. "That way, she doesn't, you know, miss out.".
- No. I interrupted her harshly. "I pay a hundred thousand fucking dollars, she doesn't breathe in any direction but where I say so. Got it?"