AERILYN'S POV
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It wasn't even an hour before the contract was sent through email, and I thoroughly read through every word, scoffing at the terms and requests, and anger pulses through my veins as I think about the stupid smirk on his face earlier.
I glance at my phone, my hands itching on calling Blaze to scold him, but I can't.
If I open our contact back up, he will take advantage, and this isn't worth it at all.
I don't need him back in my life, and I can't let my anger control me.
I can't let my issues be the reason to let him back into my life.
I can handle Monty on my own.
Ryan strides into my office, and plops down on the couch with his lunch, "That Monty guy is funny," he snorts, sighing in relief.
"You can stop trying to convince me to take the job," I deadpan, my tone
