Brynne knew her plan had failed. Luke wouldn’t let her leave. “I’m getting off your damn ship. I’ll book a flight and go home.” She continued packing while Luke stood transfixed on the spot with surprise. He hardly had expected her to leave.
She rose to her full height and approached the door, tugging her luggage along, only to be blocked by Luke. “You aren’t going anywhere. Are you planning to escape your end of the deal?”
Brynne seethed at his arrogance. “No, I’m done with your attitude, Luke. You might be a rich, egoistic as*hole who can buy the world, but you can’t buy my self-respect. I won’t have you trample on it and call me unnecessary names. Do you think I agree to shitty deals with rich bastar*s for money? You’re wrong then. Go, find yourself a wh*re who can please you better
