Chapter 21
Rhett’s POV
Mercedes didn’t even look apologetic when Astrid stormed away. She just stood there with her glass.
I glared at her. “What the hell was that about?”
Her lashes flickered lazily, feigning innocence. “An accident, of course.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I growled, stepping closer to her. “You did that on purpose.”
“Maybe I did,” she sighed and took a sip from her glass. “Depends on who she is.”
I clenched my fists, the urge to shut her up almost unbearable. “She’s none of your concern.”
Her hand reached out and curled around my wrist before I could walk away. “On the contrary, Rhett,” she purred, leaning in. “She’s my concern because you brought her here. You know exactly what that means.”
I yanked free, my glare burning into hers. “I don’t owe you explanations.”
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