“Who is she?” Jolie looked over Malik’s shoulder as he guided her to a chair opposite Brix’s desk.
“Honey? We f****d. Then we didn’t.”
“You were so rude,” Jolie was still blinking in surprise.
“She doesn’t hear polite,” he shrugged and plunked his bottom on the edge of the desk right in front of the chair she was seated. “Five weeks ago, I threw her out of my London office. I had ended things with her when I caught her the night before blowing her manager. It seems it didn’t mean anything but they scratch each other’s itches from time to time. The notion she would blow both of us on the same day I however found repulsive. I no longer wanted to put my d**k near her.”
Malik leaned sideways as he took the other chair, “she only blows the manager but doesn’t let him f**k her because her re
