Feb 14, 2019
“Hey. Douchebag,” Dean said, approaching Declan’s desk and folding his arms lightly, “Alissa told me what happened at the ball the other night. Next time, try and not make an ass of yourself and learn to take a hint, or she will probably be tempted to file a restraining order against you. That’d be bad for business.” He smiled and patted Declan’s shoulder and walked back to his office.
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