Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends
“Apparently, investors believe my sex life affects my ability to run companies.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Beck scoffed.
“Welcome to capitalism.”
Jared’s phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced at the screen, then smirked faintly. “It’s my contact.”
He answered and put the call on speaker.
“Well, damn, Lotto,” a man’s voice boomed through the room. “So are the rumors true?”
Jared groaned. “Come on, man.”
“You have to tell me,” he urged. “In fact, take you giving me this exclusive gist as my payment.”