Flirting 3

Amelia Wilson cursed fiercely in her heart.

"Harry Collins, are you ****ing sick? Don't pretend with me here. I've said I'm not interested in you, and if you keep bothering me, don't blame me for calling security!"

Harry hadn't expected Amelia to have such a fiery side. In the past, she had acted like a delicate flower in front of him. Although she was a bit hard to handle, he managed to get her into bed with just a little scheming.

"It seems that fame has gotten to your head, but don't forget, no matter how famous you become, I'm still your first man." Harry shamelessly said.

Amelia had seen shameless men before, but this was the first time she had encountered someone so utterly shameless.

"Harry Collins, don't force me to say things that will hurt your self-esteem. Our affairs were settled long ago. You hurt me, and I got back at you. So from now on, let's go our separate ways." Amelia said sternly.