Thirty-two:
Imperator Zale
I dragged her to the ballroom after our confrontation with my father. She bristled the whole time, her body clenched. “You’re going to have to forgive me some time,” I said as I led her down the stairs.
“Some time,” she said, “that doesn’t mean that it has to be right away. I’ve an entire lifetime to hate you.”
I smirked at her. “I don’t think that you hate me. I know you’re mad at me, but I think that I can make this work to my advantage.”
“How?” she asked. “How can you possibly turn your insults into something that works to your advantage?”
“Hate s*x,” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not touching me. You’re not touching me ever again after what you told me. I’m more than a pair of legs----”
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