Entwined With The Mafia Boss
“Oh, well, I was with Tasha, but I went back to the office after…”
“You goddamn liar!” Josh shouted, cutting me off. His voice was raw with anger, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. “How long will you keep lying to me?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he tossed his phone toward me. I caught it instinctively, and as I glanced at the screen, my heart stopped. There I was—dancing half-naked in the strip club, my mask firmly in place, but there was no mistaking that it was me. For a moment, my lips parted in shock, but I quickly wiped the expression off my face and tried to play dumb.
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