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“Since forever.”

“You shop, brunch, spa, that type of shit. You having a job is news to me.”

All these jerks think they know me so well.

He reopens his laptop, as if done with this conversation.

Unlike other times I’ve seen Emilio, he’s casually dressed today, wearing a black tee and dark jeans. He’s wearing blue light glasses, and his black hair is messy.

I spin on my heel and stomp toward the stairs, yelling to him, “We leave in ten minutes.”

“Julian would’ve told me if I needed to take you somewhere. Sorry, but my ass stays here until I get different instructions.”

I halt in place, gripping the handrail and hanging over it to glare at him. “Julianand youaren’t my boss.”

“I hate to break it to you, but yes, we are. The faster you get that through your head, the easier your life will become.”

I don’t think my life will ever be easy again.

I stomp back down the stairs—the goal to steal Emilio’s phone and call Damien. Before I make it to the bottom, the door opens, and Julian walks in.

He looks every bit of pissed off when he notices my outfit—or lack thereof. His dissatisfied gaze coasts from me to Emilio.

“Your girl says she needs to go to work,” Emilio quickly says, not wanting to make a big deal about what Julian walked in on.

Julian’s eyes dart back to me as he tells Emilio, “You can go.”

Emilio collects his MacBook and shoves it under his armpit. “Good luck, man,” he says to Julian before leaving.

“Take it off,” Julian demands as soon as the door closes behind Emilio.

“What?” I stutter, blinking at him.

His face is rigid. “You think it’s cute, flirting with other men, wearingmyshit. You don’t deserve to wear my clothes.” He crowds me against the wall beside the staircase. “Take. It. The. Fuck. Off.”

I gasp when he grabs the bottom of the sweatshirt and rips it over my head in one swift motion.

I shudder, goose bumps crawling over my skin. My nipples harden as the air hits them.

Julian is so close that I can’t cover myself. His cold gaze is locked on mine, as if he doesn’t even care that my breasts are rubbing against his suit jacket.

“Why are you acting so jealous of Emilio seeing me like this?”

He raises his arms, resting his palms on the wall on each side of my head. “Because you’remine now, Genesis. You signed off on it.”

A smirk plays at my lips as he lowers his other hand to my stomach.

Tingles spread across every inch of my body.

Inside and out.

My pussy throbs.

God, my body wants him so damn much.

I’m learning the easiest way to manipulate Julian into touching me is by pissing him off.

Making him think he’s losing some claim to me.