Ch 13
Madeline POV
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“I didn't need your rescue.
I can take care of myself.
What makes you think I need any help?especially from you?”
A deep chuckle escapes his throat, hearing me.
Leaving me dumbfounded.
“Why do you always keep lying to me, Madeline?”
My stomach feels knotted hearing him take my name, stressing it loud.
His lips forming a thin line, his eyes narrowed at me.
“I am not.
I need to get back”
My words comes out stammered, as I wash my hands, wanting to leave.
Wanting to get the hell out of here.
“It was so obvious that you didn't like to be touched.
It was obvious to me, from far, how much you hated his touch.
From where I was sitting, I watched you walk in to the club.
With a confidence in you, but the minute he laid his dirty hands on you?
You shive
