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Yet, as always, Indi found hi didn’t usually start until sex was over and Clay was trying to pretend to care about hi job That’s what he was to Clay and the others…a fucking job…that required fucking

Fuck

Indi’s head was spinning

He’d just dealt with the stupid drug gang and Levi Trace…noould add Clay to a day of total fuckery Clay would coently, and walk away Sure, he lost a tiny portion of his soul every time he allowed Clay to lie to him about who he was and then take hi it,the same mistake, until there was no more of his soul to lose His nerves continued to buzz fro alive for the first ti was almost within his reach, but no et to it

He was frustrated Frustration with nerves buzzing wouldn’t lead to anything good, especially with Clay co the need to work off some anxiety, Indi stood up and was about to drop to the floor for so in the security code to let hiive your security code to anyone, especially a fake s, but he wouldn’t hurt Indi…at least not physically Instead of push-ups, Indi turned in the direction of the back door and waited on Clay to come inside It was the normal little fake dance they did with one another Once in, Clay slaain

Sla Indi had fantasized about the traitor sla his brains out Nope, hadn’t happened

“Hey, Travis What’s up?” Indi asked The vibe in the room felt weird Yes, it was odd to say the vibe in a roos felt way off Indi could practically feel the anger rolling off fake Travis Maybe not anger, but it was definitely testosterone

Indi heard the rattle of a grocery bag and felt his frustration level er And embarrass Clay had tried a few times early on but had learned the hard way that Indi associated that with pity and pity didn’t set ith him

Indi heard the bag of whatever hit the floor “Oh, I don’t know, Judas What could possibly be wrong with me?”

Indi didn’t need to see Clay’s face to detect the obnoxious amount of sarcas away and now barreling toward anger Indi knew a bit about sarcas with you? Maybe it’s that ti side of the bed? Get a bad client with poor hygiene, perhaps? You tellof whatever the fuck it is out of er It served hiht—one that had been a long ti

Suddenly, fake Clay was up in Indi’s personal space,earlier, Judas? Why didn’t you keep walking and leave that shit alone? Look around your neighborhood! Bullshit like that going on shouldn’t shock you because you live in a shitty neighborhood, and you daet involved!” Clay swore under his breath after his tirade

Oh, Clay was very angry His fake Australian accent had slipped for the nized the slip, but it was like a bo off in Indi’s head He would never admit it out loud, but Indi missed the real sound of Clay’s voice

“Hell,around’ part It just…dao down” Fake accent firmly back in place

Clay had watched hi watched anotherabout it? What The Fucking Fuck I stepped away fro distance Fake sexy Australian accent because he’d heard ht Australians had the sexiest accents in the world Sa Clay was trying to playperfect…and I was sick of it The motherfucker could have watched er! In a voice as calm as Indi could muster, he said, “Alexa, what time is it?” When she answered, Indi followed up with, “Alexa, what time is my appointment with Travis today?” She answered Indi couldn’t wait to hear Clay try to talk his way out of his mistake