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.
