Chapter 261

• CLOE POV
• It was becoming comfortable so easily with Soren and Max. I’d fallen into a routine nothing short of heaven, travelling to the office and back with Max every day, lunching at the bagel joint, then zipping over to Tino with Soren for an evening while Max spent his hours on extra work shit. We’d eat and laugh, drink sometimes, then shower and fuck and suck and fuck some more until I fell asleep in my spot between two hot bodies in their kickass bed. My spot. Yeah, it was my spot. How fucking sweet.
• I’d almost forgotten our arrangement — the fact that they were paying me for my time — because in truth, it didn’t feel like that. Not anymore. I would have been there anyway. I’d have told them as much, and I considered it, but I still had a dream to pay for, and with Carlson up against it and the yard on the line, that three grand a month was money I needed. It didn’t sit easy, but it was the truth, and come the weekend I was conscious that this was my billable time, as per our arrangement.