Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon
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erile HR office, fingers crumpling the terminatio
phans fighting for scraps in a wo
your termination." His gaze raked over me like I was something stuck to his shoe. "Frankly,
t was
ed-the one I once believed was honorable, principled, good-s
k to me when you
ed my ja
Sanchez family's influence may loom over me like a storm clou
ways loved to m
s rejection email after rejection email glared back at me. My finger hovered
omeone whose last empl
through the suffocating silence. She kicked off her heels, her cur
ng my temples. "
dying me. "You look like
heck," I muttered, slu
e not exactly the 'bartending type,' but we're short-staffed at
ngers made my skin prickle, but desperation had a way
Only if you wa
of a smile tugged at my l
ondition was ticking like a time bomb in his chest,
onstantly pulled the hem of the short skirt I'm wearing. A hairband with bunny ears, and the tail on the short skirt I'm
If someone treated you
ing my drink tray like
g groping hands in the smoky haze. Then a familiar voice stopped me. I pretended
," Davis, one of Damon's friends, smirked at
and I took a deep breath. If I didn't want to los
ir?" I clutched the tray, m
u look more intoxicating than this bottle of hard liquor. Mind
If we were the same as before, he would have broken bones of Davis for looking at
uld you still expect
orced a smile at Davis and was ready to
aved the paper bills in front of me, "What
asn't paying for drinks-he was pu
his disgusting face, but how wa
." I gritted. For A
hospital bills. By the fifth, Davis's sneer blurred at the edges
tween my shoulder blades. Damon's gaze,
r fill,
I eyed his thinning wallet. "What's wrong, big s
d flung it across the floor. Bills scattered like fallen leaves, th
think this would
despite the tequila burning through my veins. When I straightened, I tucked the stack
at me, sweetheart, I'll be here.
und my wrist. Damon didn't say a word. Just dragged me thro
of me!" I hissed, t
a hole in my body. "What are you doing, huh? Whori
d, but I ignored,
post. His eyes became more deadly. "You could've h
through the all
g I've touched tonight," I spat. "I'
ed for violence, but tires screeched
for a few seconds until someon
ms, exposed from the folded sleeves of his black polo, paired with a seemingly tailored trouser
owing to the familia
nuous frantic drumbeat the moment his face
How.how did