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“No, I’m not.”
I clench my fists to keep from reaching for her. “You’re in no state for this tonight, Harper.”
Her eyes flash. “Actually,Dr. Chase, that is not your decision to make.”
I’m breathing fast, well aware that people are looking in our direction. We’re making a scene and I don’t give a fuck. I just need her out of here.
“Itismy decision. Because you’re here on my guest pass, and I’m about to have it revoked.”
Her mouth drops open, fire flashing in her eyes. “Youasshole.”
God, I want to spank her for that. I want to spank her and then kiss the hell out of her. And the fact that I can’t do either is making it pretty damn hard to stand upright.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” Roth cuts in, his voice oily. “I can get you a pass.”
I turn on him, ready to start throwing punches, but Philip appears at my side right at that moment, catching my arm before my fist can fly. “Let’s all relax, shall we?”
“Get her out of here,” I tell him, never taking my glare off Roth. He glares right back.
“You think you run this place, Chase,” he sneers. “And I for one am sick of it. This girl is clearly not your sub, and I’ll talk to her if I want to. I’ll take her behind the steel door if I damn well want to.”
I’m going to kill him.
“That would be a mistake,” Philip says. His voice is easy but there’s a hint of iron behind it. “Did you know both Wyatt Chambers and Logan Harte are here tonight?”
He’s referring to two of the three proprietors of Club Wyld—theWyandLof Wyld Inc, the international mega-corporation that owns the club. It would appear that only Donovan Frasier is missing of the three. And if they’re both here tonight, the guards and hosts are going to be on extra high alert for any problems. I’m surprised we haven’t been reigned in already.
Roth looks pissed, but he takes a step back from me.
“Miss Cain,” Philip continues, holding out a hand. “Why don’t you allow me to escort you home.”
I want to yell at him to keep his damn offer to himself—I’lltake her home. But it hits me in that moment that I can’t do that, and not only because my blood alcohol level is still too high to drive.
I ended this. I forfeited all of my claims to her. The fact that she’s sitting here right now is proof of that.
Harper looks from Philip, to Roth, and then to Andres, who has come up behind us, a blank-faced man in a black suit at his side—security. She doesn’t spare me a single glance, but something in her expression falls when she realizes she won’t be allowed to stay here.
“Thanks a lot,” she says to me, gathering her purse. “It wasn’t enough that you ruined everything else, you had to ruin my night as well.”
She stands from the stool, ignoring Philip’s hand, and marches straight to the door. I follow her, unable to let it go until I know she’s safe.
“Let Philip drive you,” I tell her.
“Fuck you,” she shoots back. My palm is itching to punish her for that, even though I know I deserve it, that I deserve so much worse.
“Then let me take you.”
She lets out a slightly hysterical laugh as she strides into the lobby. “You have to be kidding me.” She hands Mercedes her coat check ticket. “Could you please call me a cab?”
“Don’t do that, Mercedes,” I bark out. “You’re not getting in a cab by yourself at this time of night.”
I watch her clamp her teeth together, clearly at the edge of her temper. “Then I’ll take an Uber.”
“A ride share is even more dangerous.”
“Can you please just get my coat?” she asks Mercedes, and I hear the tremor in her voice. Maybe she isn’t close to losing her temper after all—I think she’s actually close to tears.
The realization sends every one of my protective instincts into overdrive. “Harper,” I begin, reaching for her automatically. She pulls her arm back in a violent motion.
