“Not in the slightest,” I say, trying and failing to mimic his uncaring tone. “She can fawn all she likesand you can enjoy it all you want. It makes no difference to me. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”
“Because she’s clearly just angling to f**k the handsome billionaire. I didn’t think you cared for beingmanipulated or used.”
He snorts. “No, but I do believe in charity.”
“It means that I know what I do to people. To women, specifically. I don’t give a flying f**k aboutanything in this world but my Bratva. But fifteen minutes of my attention can change a woman’s life.You should know that better than anybody.”
I don’t know why I bother. There’s no winning with him. Because he knows exactly how to cut me.His words slice through me like the edge of a knife and my fingers start trembling.
