ALEXANDER
She hurt my ego.
The number of times her words replayed in my mind was unhealthy. "There are millions of men out there ready to fund my lifestyle."
I should have been angry, but instead, I felt calm and hollow. She had struck me where it hurt the most and no matter how much I forced myself to believe she was wrong, a part of me wondered if she was right.
She came back to the living room minutes later and made to walk past me, but I held her back.
For a second I clenched my teeth and debated within me whether to let her go or not. The latter won, and I wrapped my arms around her small waist, raising her chin to get her face closer to mine.
"I'm sorry, Mirabelle, I overreacted; it's been a stressful day," I said quietly.
Her lips curved into a small self-satisfied smile as
