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display you just put on, I couldn’t care less what you think about me,” I commented calmly, actually semi-amused at her tantrum.
    The moment the limo driver opened the door, she was gone, cursing me colorfully under her breath the whole way. I can’t even lie and say I wasn’t relieved. A part of me wanted to feel bad for how I’d treated her but from the moment I’d picked her up, Monica had been expecting a level of treatment that I had never been willing to give her.
    The whole ‘throwing her willingness to sleep with other men thing’ in my face didn’t help matters. By all means, she was welcome to have other lovers besides me. But don’t flaunt how easy it is to get them. That shit doesn’t look good on any woman.
    I couldn’t stand women who expected men to kiss the ground they walked on and in the past, Monica had somewhat controlled that side of herself in my presence. She’d been aware that the way to keep me interested during our agreement was not by demanding more from me than I was willing to give.
    I could only assume that my distraction earlier today had fueled her temper to the point that she no longer had any control over herself. But in all seriousness, at the core, that’s who she is and I was over it.
    Over everything.
    Over her.
    I couldn’t bring myself to overlook her personality anymore. Definitely not enough to fuck her.
    And, personality notwithstanding, we also know why else .
    Shit.
    “Dorian!”
    I turned, catching sight of my best friend, Lucas, just as I walked into the hall. The benefit was being hosted by the Society for Children in Special Need and they’d rented out a massive hall for the event.
    Considering how many companies were involved and donating, they had more than enough money.
    I waved at Luke, moving past the mingling people and meeting him by the first bar right after the entrance.
    “Got dragged into this shit, too, huh?” Luke asked, smirking as we shook hands.
    “That’s what happens when you donate and sponsor. How have you been?” I asked, accepting a drink that he held out to me. One sip confirmed what the color had pretty much already divulged. Whiskey wasn’t my favorite drink but I could choke it down if necessary.
    And thank God I had already taken my first sip because it was about to become very necessary.
    “ Eh, I’m fine,” Luke responded, shrugging.
    But his tone clearly stated he was anything but fine so I just had to ask, “What is it?” I took another sip while looking at him, eyebrows raised and waiting for an answer.
    Luke’s hazel eyes looked eerie as fuck as he stared at the dance floor with a far-off look. “I’m fine, just…fuck man. Calum is a fucking asshole,” he grumbled, swallowing the rest of his drink in one gulp.
    Uh-oh , as they say. Something about his obvious anxiety was starting to look oddly familiar. “What did your brother do this time?” I asked, raising my drink to my lips.
    “Hired a hot little thing to work in his firm as one of his many assistants. One that is definitely too fucking young for me to be getting hard-ons over.”
    I choked on my drink. I kid you not. The whiskey slammed into my left tonsil at full blast and somehow heated up about ten degrees more.
    “You ok, man?” Luke asked, patting me on the back.
    Several of the people around us were already turning to stare curiously at me.
    Great.
    “Speaking of assistants,” Luke continued, removing his hand from my back. “I see yours and damn, she looks…fuck. I really am turning into the old fuck who lusts after the young chicks, aren’t I?”
    Yup. I had become the first man in history to spontaneously develop asthma.
    Definitely not the first to flash-imagine killing a fucker.
    Luke is lucky that I was busy choking, is all I’m saying.
    My eyes clashed with her body instantly. She was north mixed with raw metal and my eyes were magnetized, the attraction between us immediately drawing my attention to her face.
    “Dude, seriously.