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“Do not be a bitch to my family, Marissa. It will not end well for you.”

She stared up at him giving him her dirtiest glare. “Does your ‘family’ know how you treat the ones you decide are expendable? I used to be family too. I know how that goes.”

Lance leaned against the elevator wall and glared at her. “You really think that’s what happened? Not to mention, we had a lot more problems than just what happened that night and you know it.”

“That’s hardly fair,” Marissa whispered. But maybe it was. “Can we just drop it please?” she said defensively.

“Gladly,” Lance said.

He escorted her to her room and made sure she didn’t need anything.

“You know how to get back to the club?”

She nodded. “Yep. GPS is pretty amazing.”

He rolled his eyes. “Just don’t charge thousands to the room service account. I’m going back. I’ll see you at seven.”

The door slammed behind him and she sat on the edge of the mattress and looked around. For a basic room it was pretty nice.

She pulled out her phone and set an alarm before curling up to go to sleep. Unfortunately, a certain someone’s face kept appearing every time she closed her eyes.

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