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“I have sex with beautiful women. That’s what I do for fun.” He smirked.

Ouch. For some reason, that stung. The thought of him being with other women sent a fire burning through my veins.

“Besides sex, you nympho. Do you have any hobbies?”

“I golf.”

“Of course you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He glared at me.

“You’re a corporate billionaire, and they all golf. I bet you conduct business on the golf course too.”

“And what if I do.”

“Ha!” I pointed at him. “I knew it. Typical corporate man!”

“I don’t appreciate being stereotyped like that.”

I rolled my eyes. “Then step out of the ‘corporate man’ stereotype and do something different.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Think about it and get back to me.”

He chuckled. “Okay, like I have time to do that.”

My light and fluffy mood changed to seriousness. “Alex, I’m serious. You had a health scare today, and you need to slow down. You’re so fucking filthy rich that you’re set for life. You don’t need to keep going at the rate you are. Life is too short to live that way. You need to let go and discover who you are outside of the corporate world. Relax and have some fun.”

“You mean become irresponsible with life like you? No thanks.”

Fuck. Did he really just say that? It was nice to know what he really thought of me.

“I’m not irresponsible, Alex.”

He laughed. “Come on, Emerson. Yes, you are. You travel around the world without any care or responsibility. You don’t take life seriously. Isn’t that why Adam forced you to come back here? So he can end this irresponsible life you’re living?”

Burn. Burn. Burn.Who the fuck did he think he was?

I set down my fork, took the napkin from my lap, threw it on my plate, and pointed my finger at him.

“This is my life, and nobody tells me how to live it. I have no regrets about how I’ve lived because I’ve been to hell and back a thousand times over! So you can shove your irresponsible words up your ass, Parker.” I turned on my heels and stormed into the house, went to my bedroom, locked the door, and threw myself on my bed. I refused to cry.

Chapter Fourteen

Alex

Did she really tell me to shove my irresponsible words up my ass? I sat there shaking my head. I didn’t say anything that wasn’t the truth, and the fact that she got so pissed off by it showed that she knew it was true. I sighed as I got up from my chair and cleared the table. Seeing her so upset by what I said was starting to bother me, so I went to her room and knocked on the door.

“Emerson, let’s talk, please.”

She didn’t respond.

I turned the knob, only to find it was locked. “Emerson, open this door! This is my fucking house,” I yelled.

Suddenly, the door opened. “Stop yelling. I bet your blood pressure is sky-high right now.”

“You make me yell,” I spoke as I stepped inside the room.

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