Page 33 of Filthy Business

“Generous? That fucking pittance is generosity?” she spat out, crocodile tears gone.“I have the right to live the way I used to.”

“Or we could go by the prenuptial agreement entitlement?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Now get out,” I said, turning to my laptop.

“I’ve always hated you, Magnus. You're a cold bastard. I regret sticking pins in your condoms.”

I closed my eyes for a moment.

My mum has been right all along.

“Well, it’s just as well I've replaced you with a young, intelligent woman. Not a money-hungry whore like you.”

“You're seeing someone? Who is she?” she shrieked.

“Didn't you just say you hated me? Oh, that's right, it’s my money you loved,” I said, shaking my head in disgust.

“She is welcome to you,” she screamed, racing out the door.

I winced when I heard her continue to scream as she left.

Fucking psycho.

???

As soon as Iris climbed into the car, I dragged her from the seat and hauled her onto my lap, burying my face in her neck. I inhaled deeply. Her scent was mine.

“Do we need to revisit the PDA clause in 7.4?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You’re such a brat. Never change,” I murmured.

“Are you okay, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby. Tough day. But happy now that you’re sitting on my dick again.”

She chuckled.

I didn’t want to burden her with my personal problems—that’s not what a Daddy did.

“Do you want to go out for dinner or watch a movie?” I asked, brushing my lips over hers.

“I don’t mind cooking. We can watch something at home,” she said, rubbing my beard.

I was glad I didn’t shave it off. She seemed to like it—especially when I ate her sweet little pussy.

“You can cook?”

Leona had never tried.

“Normal people can’t afford chefs,” she said dryly.

“I’m supposed to be looking after you,” I complained.

“Can you cook?”

“No,” I said grudgingly.