Chapter 57 ICON AWARDS NOMINEE

AMY'S POV.

“Sit,” he commanded, sitting down. “We need to talk.”

I glared at him still standing with my hands clenched on my bag handle. “Oh, now you are ready to talk?” My voice came out meaner than I intended to.

His expression remained indifferent, “I was drunk and made a mistake. I didn't nee...

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