Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy
And yet I felt like I was the only one who noticed that Jeremy was not the harmless sheep we all thought he was.
I had a hundred questions, but only one mattered.
“What does your boss want from me?”
He smiled then. Not kindly.
“Didn’t you say you would eat shit if it paid?” he asked lightly. “Well, you will eat whatever he dishes out. The difference is that my boss is not disgusting like those potty party bastards. He prefers sexual pleasure, however extreme. Don’t worry, though. You will not die.”
He winked, like that was supposed to help.