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“Shut the hell up,” Stanton snapped as he wrapped his fingers around Melanie’s thin arm. Dragging her off the stool, he hauled her around the bar and behind a column.
Twisting her arm out of his hold, she turned on him and snarled, “Is this your way of humiliating me further? Have you not done enough to degrade me?”
Melanie. He sighed. So f*****g self-involved. Until he heard her call Sammi a trashy b***h, he’d thought Melanie was a good woman, but it was official: she was selfish as f**k. Blood pumped in his veins because he was pissed as hell. It felt good and natural, dare he say easy, to ask Sammi to the gala and he was f*****g proud of himself, for once. Melanie wasn’t going to ruin it for him.
Folding his arms over his chest, he casually propped a shoulder against the column a
