Nicole Harper
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“What did he say about the car?”
Instead of answering, I turned the phone to Clara. Her eyes skimmed over the screen and she laughed. “You really struck gold with this man. He’s so tolerant.”
I snorted at that. Tristan? Tolerant? It depended on the situation. He wasn’t as tolerant whenever I mentioned another man or even criticized his skills in bed, but as for anything else, I guess she could say that.
I glanced toward the glass doors where the car sat waiting and freshly cleaned. It was mine now.
I couldn’t fully believe that I spent almost a hundred thousand of Tristan’s money and he didn’t mind. Worse, I didn’t feel any guilt. I usually didn’t like taking things from people, especially if it meant I’d owe them, but it was different with Tristan. It always was. I
