Thane’s POV
“No strings attached, no shady motives will be overlooked.”
I spill my terms and conditions to Lily.
Yesterday, after she called such an outrageous amount, what I had in my head disappeared. I went totally blank, and throughout last night, I stayed up, thinking about the harsh cost to my freedom.
“Don't worry, Thane, you're as good as dead to me.”
She doesn't bat a lid, just that nasty smirk that creeps up her lips.
“You didn't have to put it that way.”
I flip through the documents.
“Except you want to be reminded how not-so-good or sexy you are.”
I scoff, disagreeing with her for the first time.
“Speak about not so sexy, you were over me for a decade.”
She sighs softly, pressing her fingertips to her forehead.
“Speak about growing up, I can see so much improvement.”
“No one said a thing about growing up.”
It feels like I'm sulking.
“Enough about that, not here for that shit.”
I sweep it under the rug, clearly losing the fight.