The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: INSIDER SPY

Abigail

Five hundred thousand dollars.

I rubbed my eyes dramatically, gaping at the screen in disbelief, glanced up at Gina Wolfe, then back at the screen. Now, I was damn sure this was a trap. Even the devil wouldn’t bribe me this much.

"What’s this, some money laundering scheme?"

The old woman scoffed in annoyance, pressing her lips in a thin line. "All I need is for you to keep me informed on my son’s schedule. His meetings, his travel plans. I’m not asking for anything extraordinary. A mother simply wishes to stay connected to her child’s life."

My face scrunched up in cynical confusion almost immediately. That had to be the most bullshit of all bullshit to have ever been spoken.

"That’s very touching," I said, a mocking smile playing on my lips. "I can totally feel the maternal concern, it’s very touching."

Her green eyes narrowed into slits and boy, it sucked how much resemblance she and Finnegan shared. "I’m prepared to be generous, if that’s the issue-"

"Five hundred thousand dollars is very generous," I agreed pleasantly. "For a spy."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You want me to report my employer’s movements to a third party." I tilted my head, tossing my hair behind my shoulder. "That’s spying, Mrs Wolfe. You dressed it up very nicely, but still, a spade is a spade."

"I am his mother," she spat, taking a few steps forward until she was a few inches from me.

There was a vein on her forehead that jumped with every word she spoke. It must be from that ridiculously tight bun she had pulled her hair into. "I have every right to-"

"To what?" I asked, genuinely curious now, because this didn’t seem right. She was his mother. A woman like Gina Wolfe didn’t just conduct some weird parking lot rendezvous just because she wanted to know if her son had a dental appointment on Thursday.

She had his number. She didn’t need a spy for that.

She needed a spy for something else entirely. This was some entry level trap and after just barely getting out of one with Alicia- I had the bruises forming on my face as proof, I didn’t have time for all these shenanigans.

"Mrs Wolfe," Her face scrunched up at my words, I shrugged it off. "If you wanted to know your son’s appointments, you would call him. I assume you’ve never had any trouble getting his attention before." I paused, leaning forward, a wide smile pulling at my lips.

The woman looked like she would pass out either from anger or being too close to me. What a snob. "So what exactly is it that you need to know that you can’t simply ask him?"

"My son is a private man,"

"Exactly, ma’am," I handed the phone back to her. "Which makes me wonder why his own mother needs to pay someone to keep tabs on him."

Mr Curly-mustache shuffled on his feet behind his mistress darting his eyes around the parking lot nervously. Gina’s eyes went cold.

Why did Gina Wolfe need some insider spy on her own son? Was it something she started with me, or had she been spying on him using his previous assistants?

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