Chapter 48 Too Cute for Her Own Good

KIERAN

"Stop making that face," I muttered, adjusting the cuff of my shirt. "He got himself fired."

She was still staring at me—lips slightly parted, eyes wide, like I'd just confessed to murder. Maybe in her innocent little brain, I had. But that bastard deserved it.

I leaned closer, gripping th...

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