“It’s like the seasonal flu.” I’m straining to remember the analogy Corrie used while she was sitting on my lap and grinding that perfect ass against my d**k. “Each time we come up with a vaccination, it develops another strain.”
“Flu, virus, doorways—I don’t f*****g care about none of that. We’re losing money. A lot of goddamn money. I want this fixed.” My father glares at me. “Or do I need to find someone else?”
I snarl, “I’ll fix it. Like I said I would.”
He nods, then waves me out. But before I can make my escape, he calls my name. “Tomas.”
So close. I almost made it.
I turn to face him. “What?”
“You haven’t called Katerina in a while.”
I can’t lie to him. Bogan knows everything. And any excuse I make will further incite the issue. I grit my teeth and nod slowly.
“Call her toda
