“You know what his problem is?” I ask, eating another cherry and licking my fingers. Tristian looks amused at the gesture, fixing his gaze down my shirt. “I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” “He’s spoiled, entitled, and so goddamn obsessive.” He arches an eyebrow. “Pretty sure you just described every man in this room, Cherry. The difference with Killian is that he’s obsessed with you. He has been for years.” I roll my eyes, feeling the warm heat of alcohol under my skin. “He hates me. He thinks my mom swooped in and destroyed his perfect, spoiled little life by splitting his daddy’s
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