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JAXON

"I am not cheap," He scoffed, giving a dismissive wave of his hands in the air.

Duncan's eyes met mine from where he stood by the door, his hands folded behind me. I gave him a look, signaling him to stay his hands and he threw me a curt bow. My eyes drifted from his tall frame, reverting to the blonde-haired man that sat across from me at the conference table. His eyes twinkled with a determination that made my lips twitch in a smirk, causing me to apply pressure on the pen between my fingers as I clicked it non-stop.

I was slouched on the swivel chair across from him, spinning around softly, my eyes trained on him, watching his every move like a Hawk, and then I saw it. The slight shift in his expression and the tiny sweat that broke out on his face, followed by a swift bob of his Adam's apple.

"I know what I am offering and I am not going to sell it for cheap. If you can't afford my price, then I'll find a buyer elsewhere." He said without mincing words, his eyes steadily on