Declan came at me then, his fist closing.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
I didn’t move.
“Put your hand down, Declan.
If you touch me, by tomorrow morning there won’t be a single open line of credit left for Kingsley Enterprises.”
He laughed.
Of course he laughed.
“You?
You have no career, no family, nothing to your name.
You’ve lived off my money for six years.”