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Angelina’s POV

That pig, cocky, son of a bitch!

At first, I didn’t know whether he believed this made up story or not but now I’m not so sure.

Did I really convince him or was he just provoking me to tell the truth?

Probably the latter.

And as insulting as it is, I had to play the prostitute card for lack of a better life saving option.

He angered me so much with his suggestion to buy me, I retorted bitingly, against my better judgment “I’m not sure you can afford me”

He chuckled heartily and it brought goosebumps to rise everywhere on my body.

He said amusingly with interest in his eyes “Name your price, I’ll pay you upfront, but once the deal is on, there is no going back, you’ll be mine”

I wanted to slap him in his beautiful, annoying face so bad, I had to ball my hands to fists to keep myself in place.

The possessiveness in his tone when he side ‘you’ll be mine’ made my heart contract in my chest.

I had enough of this sick game, the whole scenario was so vile, it made my empty sto