PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE
But I wasn’t finished.
"You forgot who got you that job, Layden," I hissed, jabbing a finger at his chest, my voice shaking. "Well, news flash"—I mocked, my tone dripping with venom—"I made you who you are, Layden!"
His lips parted, a sadistic smile curling onto them. He stepped forward, forcing me to move back—but the sound of footsteps echoing down the stairs made him pause.
Cassidy walked into the kitchen as if she owned it, her damp blonde hair falling in waves over his shirt—the one she was still wearing. She had styled it into a shirt dress, cinching the waist with a little black belt. Or should I say—my black belt.
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