“You’re nothing but a f**king stripper, so instead of running your f**king mouth, come on, Lex, give us a f**king show.”
He wouldn’t let the flash of hurt he saw in her eyes affect him. His anger was getting the better of him. How dare she accuse him of wanting any other woman but her? Devil hated to admit it, but his dick only got hard for one f**king woman, Lexie.
“What? You don’t mean that.”
The men were tense as Devil walked over to the music box. Finding one of his all time favorite songs, he let it start. “Give us a f**king dance. You’re not my woman, so you don’t own me.” He was lying more with every second that passed.
She stared at him for several seconds. The animosity pouring from her eyes made him feel like shit. “You want a show? Fine, I’ll give you a f**king show.” She leaned down pulling off her sneakers.
Standing back up, she threw the sneakers at him, each one hitting him in the stomach. Devil tensed, and it took all of his effort not to flinch from the harsh hit. Bitch could throw. She stood up onto the beer counter, and the music seemed to grow louder.
The room was deadly silent apart from his men and a few of the women that had been invited over. Their gazes were all on Lexie. She held the room as she pulled the band from her hair.
The long brown strands fell around her as the music took over. Chugging on his beer he watched her h*ps swinging as the song kept going. There was no lust in her eyes. She wasn’t into the dance. Her body owned the song, moving from one beat to another. The harshness of each swing wasn’t lost on him.
When she moved off the counter, throwing her shirt out into the crowd with only a bra covering her made him tense. She stepped onto the first table. The men kept it steady. He saw Ripper and Curse were sat both nursing a hard on. Down on her knees she went, drawing Curse up to her chest.
Fuck, he was going to break f**king bones. Her bra was flicked off. She kept the fabric on, moving to the next table before it finally came off. He was getting hard watching her body.
He had to stop it. Around the room she went, removing her jeans until all that was left was the red pair of French lace panties he’d bought her. Devil knew he’d seriously f**ked up. This was not how he saw her at all, and he’d treated her like shit. Feeling worse than f**king pond scum, he watched her head toward him. Her eyes were blazing with hatred, and he knew it was all directed at him.
She reached into his pocket pulling out his small knife. The music came to a stop as she cut the fabric in two. Lifting the halves up in the air, she stood in the club room butt assed naked, and it was all his fault.
“There, are you satisfied?” she asked, slamming the panties against his chest. “I’m nothing but a f**king stripper.”
With her head held high she walked out of the room by going past his men. None of them reached out to her. He saw in their eyes that they wanted to protect her. Cursing, he left his beer on the counter, following after her.
“What the f**k is your problem?” he asked. Her ass was so f**king sexy, he couldn’t tear his gaze off her. His c**k thickened remembering how it felt to claim such a perfect f**king ass.
“Nothing, I’m just f**king fine.” She didn’t turn around to look at him. “I’m just a stripper, remember? I’m no better than a f**king whore.”
He grabbed her arm spinning her to face him. “It doesn’t sound like you enjoy it at all.”
“Newsflash, f**k head, I didn’t enjoy it. I never liked knowing men were getting hard wanting to f**k me. Do you know how many men wanted so much f**king extra? A quick f**k here and there? You really think I like shit like that?” she asked, spitting the words at him. He held her against the wall so she had nowhere else to go.
“Why did you do it? You could have any job you wanted.”
“No, I couldn’t. The only thing I could do was dance so I could take care of your son. That’s right, Kayla dumped him with me, and I had no one to look after him. I lost my job, and no one else would hire me. I was alone, fending for myself.”
He knew all of this, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from arguing with her.
“Let go of me.” She started laughing, trying to shrug away from his touch. “You know, I was coming here to see where we were going. I thought there was something between us beside screwing. I was wrong, wasn’t I?”
“What do you mean?” he asked, needing her to calm down. He couldn’t let her leave feeling this way. There was so much he wanted to say, needed to say.
“Phoebe told me I was your old lady. She said we were a lot more than I ever considered.” She looked up, batting the tears away. “I was so f**king wrong about it all. I need some air.”
Lexie moved away butt ass naked. Shrugging his jacket off, he handed it to her. “Use this.”
She took it without saying a word, heading back from where she’d come. Collapsing against the wall, he ran fingers through his hair. “I’m totally f**ked.” He’d follow her outside in a second. Heading back to his office he found Tiffany sat na**d in his chair.
“I thought she’d never leave.”
“Get the f**k out,” he said. He’d been so f**king distracted by his work that he’d given Tiffany the wrong impression. Walking to his desk, he grabbed her by a fistful of hair and yanked her off his seat. “I told you to get the f**k out.”
She gasped, touching his hands where he held her.
“You don’t mean that.”
“What is it with women thinking I want something out of them? You ever come near me again, I’ll f**king kill you, do you understand?” he asked.
He must have been getting through as she grabbed her clothes and scarpered away. Devil was done with meaningless whores. He was settling down to have something more than a f**k.
Looking outside his window, he saw Lexie pushing the hair off her face, looking toward the sky. He’d not given it much thought having Tiffany climb into his lap. She’d been there for a second, and he’d literally been about to throw her out when Lexie had walked in, seeing more than she needed to. He wasn’t going to f**k Tiffany when he could have Lexie whenever he wanted. Heading outside toward his woman, he found her alone holding his jacket together at the front.
“Have you come out here to insult me some more?” she asked.
“No, I’m not here to insult you at all. What I said was f**king wrong of me.”
“It’s true. I was a stripper, probably will always be a stripper.”