CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
SCARLETT’S POV
How dare he? He had no right to say he liked me or want to take me out. That was what men who had pure intentions would say, not him. Sure, I knew I appreciated men who were straightforward about their intentions but not him. I loathed men who gave me reasons to hate them but Reed always triggered even my most unshakable buttons. It was like he was placed on this earth just to annoy the hell out of me. A few days back, he wanted me because I was the sexy stripper that he assumed would do anything to have him between her legs. He hated me as the Chief Marketing Officer of his company because he knew I was a career-oriented woman who had no time to entertain men like him who only had d**k for brains and apparently not sexy enough in prim clothes.
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