Chapter 119

By the time Mayhem pulls into the underground car park beneath the penthouse, my cheeks actually hurt from laughing. 

“I’m telling you,” he says as he kills the engine. “There is absolutely no way anyone who willingly builds compost toilets can be trusted.” 

I smile as I climb out of the backseat. “You liked her.” 

“I tolerated her,” he corrects me. 

“You asked for a business star reading chart thing.” 

“Research.” 

“Oh my God.” Jade snorts and unclips her seatbelt. “You’re actually going to let her do it. And here I thought I knew the man I married.”