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Oh hell, that statement pissed her off.
“Fuck you, Declan. If I want to wear an expensive dress and walk a red carpet with a Hollywood star, that’s my decision and you can shove your outdated views up your arse. It’s called networking, and whether it’s a premiere, or a dinner with a sports star or a politician,Idecide what I do. Both myself and Charlie schmooze with clients for the advancement of Rebel PR and I will do the same so that Heartache Melody succeeds. So, if that bothers you, the next time you see me walk my fine ass down the red carpet, turn off the goddamn TV.”
Andrea whirled on her heels, ignoring the way Declan growled her name as she walked said fine ass out the door and into the lift, hoping the SOB watched her walk away. How dare he cheapen her down to that level, like she hadn’t worked hard to be as good as she was. For fuck sake, how the hell did he still have the ability to rile her up so much.
Because you still have feelings for him...
Pushing that thought to the back of her mind, Andrea headed down to grab Rhys’ car so she could head back to her rental and relax for the afternoon while she went over contracts, and hopefully, she could call up Charlie and vent to her about their mutual dislike for beautiful boys who had broken their hearts.
Andrea made her way down to the carpark, scanning to try and find Rhys’s car that wasn’t where she had parked it. Andrea frowned, reaching into her handbag for the keys but failing to find them and Andrea knew in that moment that her brother had swiped the keys and left her stranded and angry.
“Son of a bitch!” Andrea screamed in frustration but she knew somewhere in Cork city, her brother was busting a gut laughing.
