I stared at Ethan Stone, my heart pounding in my chest. His arrogance was infuriating, yet I couldn't deny the magnetic pull he had on me. His dark eyes bore into mine, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"You really think I'm fond of you, don't you?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with condescension. "How... quaint."
I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment and anger. How dare he toy with me like this? I shook my head, unable to form words. In my mind, I knew the truth - men like Ethan Stone didn't fall for women like me. We were nothing more than a novelty, a fleeting distraction from their world of power and wealth.
Ethan's smug nod of satisfaction made my blood boil. "Good," he said, his tone softening slightly. "At least you're not completely delusional."
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