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20. Brax
CHAPTER 20 BRAX What the hell was Carissa playing at? Actually, scratch that question. Brax knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to get close to Meera, close enough to assess the likelihood of Brax slipping up and breaching the prenup. She’d played this game twice before, with assistants number eight and seventeen, both of whom had been young, blonde, and beautiful, everything Carissa felt threatened by. Number eight had been dumb as a box of dildos, vapid enough that Carissa eliminated her as a prospective f**k buddy for her husband. She knew Brax got turned off by stupidity. As for seventeen, Carissa had made a proposal, the girl had accepted, and Brax had fired her the next day. Thank goodness his investigator had overheard the conversation. But Meera wasn’t blonde, and based
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