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"I hate you," I seethed, crossing my arms tightly over my chest in an effort to shield as much exposed skin as possible from the sharp, biting winds.

"Good," Sinclair's voice replied, countering mine. I would be lying if I claimed it didn't gnaw at my nerves, fueling a fiery disdain within me.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! You're not getting the last word!"

A finger sharply tapped my forehead, flicking it with deliberate harshness. I had to pause and wonder if this irritating jerk had just done that.

The nerve!

"You're such a damn brat, Orion," my nemesis sneered, then delivered a forceful flick to my forehead, likely leaving a bright red mark.

I bared my teeth in a snarl filled with outrage and swiftly turned on my heel, walking away from the absurd scene.

"You're a dick," I called back, rubbing my sore skin, and quickened my pace away from the nightclub.

The sound of heels clicking against the pavement echoed in my ears as I distanced myself further.

"You mean to say I have a huge dick, right?"

My mood shifted abruptly when I realized I was being followed. I stopped in my tracks to confront the cause. The damn annoying man was standing beside me, acting as if he bore no remorse.

It made my blood boil.

"Fuck off," I spat, earning a chuckle I neither wanted nor needed. Instinctively, I pulled my hand back and threw a punch in his direction. To my surprise, he caught it just as quickly as I threw it.

"Make me," Sinclair taunted, and I fought with everything I had to maintain the self-control I desperately clung to, resisting the urge to end him right there in the street.

"Hmm, your silence is amusing, contemptuous," Sinclair remarked, emphasizing the last word by letting it linger on his lips longer than usual.

In a swift motion, I grabbed his leather jacket with my free hand and yanked Sinclair down to my level.

"You've already gotten what you wanted. You ruined my night. Now. Leave. Me. Alone," I commanded.

- "No," he replied.