‘Already did! Should have aimed higher, baby. Triple until a profit comes rolling in. End of conversation.’ It’s that husky, no more chatter and ‘I am boss’ tone that I bloody hate—I grit my teeth as burning anger circles in my stomach.

The conversation is futile when he has his mind set, and I am in no mood for a fight after a good afternoon and a happier ambience. I have to stop myself from breaking into full-on ‘NOT A CHANCE’ mode and instead try and ...