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“Yeah. I finally told my parents, because I really thought they were going to kill us.”
They wouldn’t have killed them because then they would never get their money. But I’m not about to tell Max that. I picture him as a scared frat boy, running home to his father at the first sign of trouble.
But that goes against how I see him now.
“My father paid them off. All the debts, mine and Dexter’s and Nick’s.”
“That was… good of him.”
“You’d think, right? Once it was all finished, he made me sign this contract. I was basically an indentured servant for as long as it took to pay off the debts.”
“Nick’s too? He’s a baseball player, and could afford to pay it off.”
“I never told them,” he says. “It was too—like how could a father do that? I would have paid him back, but he didn’t give me a choice on how he got the money. He wanted me in the company, under his control, because I was the only one left. My brothers want nothing to do with him.”
“Have you paid it off yet? How much money did you owe him?”
“It’s paid off now, but I renegotiated things after Mom was left with nothing. He gave her a nice settlement; I keep working for him.”
“Max…”
“Yeah, yeah, poor little rich boy. I know what you’re thinking.”
“Your father was a client of E. I have a list of all the women he bought and paid for over the years.”
Max huffs a laugh. “That’s not what I thought you were thinking.”
“I can give it to you if you think it would be helpful.”
“I don’t know what it would be. It feels like I should tell Caroline, though. Do you know if he still…”
“I sold the app, but I’m sure my people… they’re very good at finding out information for me.”
“I imagine they would be. Is that what you did for Noam Tate, or did he have his own people?”
I stiffen at the question. “Noam advised me in my business dealings, but I didn’t do anything for him.”
Except for being a proximate body at night so he could fall asleep.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You meant it in the same way as everyone does. They see me, they know how I started and they can’t imagine me being as successful as I am without Noam’s help. He helped, but I…” Now it’s my turn to heave a sigh. “He helped a lot. I’m not sure I could have done it without him,” I confess.
“That’s not true. I think you could do anything you put your mind to.”
“He’s the one who gave me the idea to buy the club. I was happy with the app; it was going well and I was making money from that so I didn’t have to dance, or the men…”
“I think the app was a big success for you, wasn’t it? When you sold that—wow.”
“The clubs help.”
“But you did it yourself.”
“This was supposed to be about you telling me about this Caroline person,” I complain.
“You wanted to know, did you? Curious about little old me?”
“About the man who needed a date to a wedding in a Caribbean country? Definitely curious.”
