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“Was I drunk?”
My simmering hostility in my manner as much as abrupt question made Beatrice blink numerous times. “What?”
My eyes flashed. “Was I forcing myself on you? Por Dios, no, I was not!”
“But, I never—”
“So, at what point did I become a bad guy?” I demanded, cutting across her.
“I never—”
“The fact is, you were lucky enough that I was there, but you are too stubborn to admit it! You ar
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