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“Why would I tell you about my finances?” she asked. “You didn’t tell me about your finances.”
“I have more than a few hundred dollars in my bank account.”
“Hey, how did you know how much I had?” she asked.
“How do you think I found you?” he asked as he had her sit forward so he could wash her back.
“I . . . I don’t know.”
“I got someone to track you. They hacked your bank account and discovered you’d taken everything you had in it out. Which wasn’t enough. Your family should have made sure you were provided for.”
“And I would have felt like more of a burden.” He helped her lie back and she glared up at him. Then she sighed. She didn’t want him to think badly of her friends. “And Cat did set up a healthy-sized bank account for me.”
Healthy-sized was understating it. There was enough for a nice car in that account.
“I don’t like accessing it.” Also, she couldn’t remember how to get into it. “What else did you find out about me?”
He eyed her as he moved the cloth back down to her pussy. She sucked in a breath as the slightly rough cloth ran over her sensitive clit.
“Not a lot. But my guy found a photo of you and Jenner together on a celebrity watcher website. You two dated?”
Gray waitedto hear her reply.
With everything else that had gone on, he’d pushed that photo to the back of his mind. But now . . . yeah, he had to know.
What he’d do if she said they’d had a relationship, he had no idea.
But he got the feeling they hadn’t. That wasn’t the vibe he got from them.
“Me date Jenner? No.” She huffed out a laugh. “He’s my brother. Eww. Nope. But I did go out publicly with him a few times. He had an ex who wasn’t taking no for an answer. And he couldn’t have taken Immy, it would have hurt her for it not to be a real date.”
“She loves him,” he stated.
“Yes. And he has no idea.”
He moved the cloth away from her pussy, as tempting as it was to make her come.
“Is there a razor in the cupboard?” she asked.
He turned to look, pulling out a razor, cup, and some shampoo and conditioner.
He opened each up. They smelled like her.
Vanilla and coconut.
Delicious.
“So they were fake dates?” he asked.
“Yeah. Which photo did you see? What was I wearing?”
“A black dress. You didn’t look like you.”
“I was thinner back then. Maybe I should try that diet again. Basically, I couldn’t eat anything because my stomach was always so upset.” She gave him a fake smile that he hated.
“Don’t even joke about that,” he told her. “No diets. No missing meals for any reason. And no wearing black.”
“Uh . . . wait. What?”
