“Try to touch her again, and I don’t give a fuck who your dad is, or whether you own this place, you’ll be leaving in an ambulance.” Art blanches. Felicity practically swoons right out of her chair. “You heard him, Art. Get fucked.” “Felicity.” He gives a tight grin to her. “Always the opposite of a pleasure to see you.” She smiles back and tips her drink toward him. “Choke and die, Arthur.”
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