Snatching her arm out of my grasp, she scoffs. “Not that it’s any of your business, but maybe I am.” Now, I’m the one who’s irritated. She goes to leave again, but I’m not finished with her. “You can’t date him.” A snort rings out, filling the small room. “Why is that?” Because she belongs to me while she’s on this tour. Not that jackass.
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