“Well of course by earning more money and clearing your debt to me sooner…”
Charlotte’s mind was in shambles by then and she began to stammer, “A-A-And also…”
She pointed at the expensive bottle of red wine on the table, trying to diffuse the s****l tension in the air. “Don’t spend excessively! Don’t falsify bank statements!”
“This was paid by a client,” Zachary replied casually.
“Ah, I see. That makes more sense. I was wondering how you could afford to buy such an expensive bottle of wine.” Charlotte continued shifting away. “Has that client placed an order with you?”
“I rejected her.” Zachary deliberately teased her, “Fifty-eight years old and two hundred and eighty pounds. I’m too young to die in bed!”
A snort of laughter escaped Charlotte’s lips at that, and she reached out to sq
