The wife of the Mafia Boss Billionaire
she sits up abruptly, "Why did Shell send you a nude photo? And where's the conversation? It's deleted here."
"It's not a good time, Anne," I sigh.
"Josh, answer me," she grabs my cheeks and squeezes.
"It's for the contract at the club; I had to check the attributes," I say with difficulty. "Ever tried talking to someone with their cheeks being squeezed?" I grumble, annoyed.
"I can't believe this," she lets go of me.
"It was nothing, Anne, relax," before I could finish, she slaps me across the face.
"Look here, Josh, if I even dream that you were near Shell or even breathed the same air as her, I'll end you," she shouts nervously.
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