CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

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LOST It doesn't matter to him what she chose to do, even if she decides to dance with every man at this party he doesn't give a f**k. She made it clear that she no longer wanted anything to do with him, she had rejected his offer but still, why was he angry? Alexander picked up his third Glass of Alcohol, downing everything, his grip tightening on the glass as he stared at Lexa on the dance floor. How could she smile in front of another man, how could she have fun in front of others, Grant seems to prove stubborn when he advises him to stay away from her. “Careful with the stare handsome” Isabella's voice broke through my thoughts as Alexander turned to stare at her. She smiled briefly, eyeing her glass of champagne. “They look good together” she trailed in. “You should refrain f

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