Chapter 43 Kane to the rescue from drunk sexual harasser and my response to Brielle’s confession

Nadia’s POV

Arthur hit the wall so hard the wooden paneling groaned. The crystal glass in his hand shattered on the floor, splashing amber scotch and sharp ice across my gold heels.

"Kane—" Arthur choked out, clutching his shoulder as Kane stepped into his space like a total predator.

"Get up," K...

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