#Chapter207

“I’m in trouble and I need money.” I blurt out, but the sleazy boss slides off his shades to reveal deep brown eyes and eyerolls, turning the phone to himself, he kills speakerphone and puts it to his ear instead, winking at me nastily. Obviously too impatient.

“Listen buddy, as sweet as all that was getting, I haven’t got time to beat around the bush. You sound like a smart guy, and I’m guessing this little bundle of blonde pussy is your woman. She needs fifty grand, here within the next four hours or I start posting pieces of that sweet ass to your address. I suggest you don’t...