CHAPTER 8
HEAVEN SENT
Nicolai
My phone dings in my pocket, and I take it out to see the
eighty-five euro charge at a lingerie store. I grin. I bought it, so I ’ ll
find her and make her show me. Half an hour later, another charge
of $170 at a boutique. I was wondering when she ’ d start spending.
Although I can prevent more spending by calling my bank for
fraud, I don ’ t. She intrigues me too much, and I find satisfaction in
knowing that she ’ s spending my money. The boutique is not far
from here, which reassures me that she didn ’ t run off with my
wallet to some other state, thank God . But I would’ve followed her
anywhere.
An hour goes by that I spend running the club. Doing
rounds, approving paperwork, small talk with my employees, and
much more meticulous bullshit to keep this place in check. My
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