Miles
“Get the hell out,” I snapped, stepping away from the prickly blonde and tossing her the cash. It scattered across the floor, crumpled and dirty, just like this stupid plan.
I was too damn old to be playing these childish games, but I wanted Cheryl to feel exactly how I felt when I saw that i***t kiss her.
“Mr. Han, I thought—”
I shot her a glare that cut her off mid-sentence. “You got your money. Leave.”
She rolled her eyes, snatching her purse before stomping out. Good riddance.
The room was suffocating. I yanked at my collar, needing air, needing space. I was being stupid, I knew that, but the image of Cheryl smiling at that guy was burned into my mind.
This was supposed to make me feel better. It didn’t.
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At home, I walked into the dining room, already loosening my t
