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98|Hate To Lose
"Are you drunk?" Liam clutched the phone tightly in his hand and shook his head in disbelief as he checked his watch.
Two hours.
That's how long it's been since he left Eden in the VIP booth, and in that short two hours, she had somehow managed to get shitfaced, even when he told her she shouldn't, even after he had begged her not to be reckless.
Now more than ever, Liam was convinced Eden's sole purpose on earth was to torture and torment him.
"Why don't you like me?" She asked again, her sobs drowning out her words, and at that moment, with his heart aching at the sound of her tears, he forgot all his anger.
"Where are you? I'm coming there right now." His voice was much gentler as he sighed into the phone.
"Please like me." Eden hiccuped softly on her end. "I like you so much it hurts. So please like me."
Her pleas left him stunned for words.
How she could think he doesn't like her when
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