Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon

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erile HR office, fingers crumpling the terminatio

phans fighting for scraps in a wo

your termination." His gaze raked over me like I was something stuck to his shoe. "Frankly,

t was

ed-the one I once believed was honorable, principled, good-s

k to me when you

ed my ja

Sanchez family's influence may loom over me like a storm clou

ways loved to m

s rejection email after rejection email glared back at me. My finger hovered

omeone whose last empl

through the suffocating silence. She kicked off her heels, her cur

ng my temples. "

dying me. "You look like

heck," I muttered, slu

e not exactly the 'bartending type,' but we're short-staffed at

ngers made my skin prickle, but desperation had a way

Only if you wa

of a smile tugged at my l

ondition was ticking like a time bomb in his chest,

onstantly pulled the hem of the short skirt I'm wearing. A hairband with bunny ears, and the tail on the short skirt I'm

If someone treated you

ing my drink tray like

g groping hands in the smoky haze. Then a familiar voice stopped me. I pretended

," Davis, one of Damon's friends, smirked at

and I took a deep breath. If I didn't want to los

ir?" I clutched the tray, m

u look more intoxicating than this bottle of hard liquor. Mind

If we were the same as before, he would have broken bones of Davis for looking at

uld you still expect

orced a smile at Davis and was ready to

aved the paper bills in front of me, "What

asn't paying for drinks-he was pu

his disgusting face, but how wa

." I gritted. For A

hospital bills. By the fifth, Davis's sneer blurred at the edges

tween my shoulder blades. Damon's gaze,

r fill,

I eyed his thinning wallet. "What's wrong, big s

d flung it across the floor. Bills scattered like fallen leaves, th

think this would

despite the tequila burning through my veins. When I straightened, I tucked the stack

at me, sweetheart, I'll be here.

und my wrist. Damon didn't say a word. Just dragged me thro

of me!" I hissed, t

a hole in my body. "What are you doing, huh? Whori

d, but I ignored,

post. His eyes became more deadly. "You could've h

through the all

g I've touched tonight," I spat. "I'

ed for violence, but tires screeched

for a few seconds until someon

ms, exposed from the folded sleeves of his black polo, paired with a seemingly tailored trouser

owing to the familia

nuous frantic drumbeat the moment his face

How.how did