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I clench my fist around the phone, wishing I were in front of him right now.

I’d throw something at his head and take all my frustrations out on him.

What a freaking creep bag.

“You’re married,” I snarl. “I went to school with your daughter.”

The fucking nerve.

“And?” he huffs out. “This is a good offer.”

Jesus.

It seems the only way women can get help around here is with sex.

Men will find any way to manipulate us if we’re down on our luck.

“Are you asking me to be your mistress?” I snap, making sure I’m hearing him correctly. Or possibly giving him a chance to correct himself.

“Genesis, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then please explain what you meant because it sounds like that’s your proposition.”

He clears his throat. “You do for me. I do for you.”

I grip the phone tighter. “I’m not that desperate.”

I hang up on him.

It’s just me, myself, and I.

Or me, Julian, and possibly a baby.

“Let’s go.”

I whip around at Julian’s voice to find him standing in the doorway, buttoning a clean shirt with his pants still on. “I thought you were showering.”

“Change of plans,” he says, his strong jaw clenching. “We’re leaving now.”

I follow him down the stairs, nearly falling on my face since he’s walking so fast.

When we’re in the Escalade, I hold up my phone. “I need to call my mother.”

Calling her should’ve been my first priority when I got my phone.

But deep down, I know she knew about the contract with the Russians.

After my father’s first affair, she watched him like a hawk. She tracked his locations, checked his text logs, and made him spend nearly every hour with her when he wasn’t at the office.

“Put it on speaker,” Julian demands.

“What if I want some privacy?” I buckle my seat belt.

“What if I throw your phone out the goddamn window?”

I side-eye him but unlock my phone. “It seems you at least left her number.”

“For you, though she doesn’t deserve it.”