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"So, how did you meet my brother? Friends with benefits, or are you a gold digger?" He blurted, and I blinked at him, shaking my head as if I didn't hear what he said.

"Excuse me?" I was about to take my hand out of his grasp, but he tightened his grasp around my hand, pulling me towards him.

I swear I could smell the intoxicating smell of his expensive cologne. My stomach tightened once his gaze sharpened at me. "You must've mistaken me for someone else," I don't know how I told him that without a shaky tone.

I tried to pull my hand away, but it was a bad idea—he only tightened his hand, his fingers were digging into my skin. 

"Zack doesn't do relationships, and you don't look like one of his junkie bozos, so maybe a gold digger," he opened his mouth again, flickering his greenish eyes between mine.

"Did Tony pay you to lure him, princess?" He asked in a