“Pay up, Mason.”
My teeth almost crack when I clench my jaw.
She cups my cock, and I grip her hair, torn between letting her carry on and stopping her.
Fuck, I want her to continue.
“Get out,” I ground out.
Lexi shrugs as if it’s not a big deal to her.
“Treat me like a whore, and I’ll be one.You choose.”
“I never called you a whore,” I hiss.
She steps back, her charade dropped, and I see the hurt in her eyes.“Yeah, you did.A whore and a liar.Which I am neither, so fuck you.”
Before I can say another word, she slips out the door, and laughter ensues as she makes a joke about being a personal tailor and me being shy.
Fury greets me as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
And my dick is still hard as granite.
For the first time in my life, I wish I could turn back time, lose money on a fucking contract and never be the wiser about a woman.
The contract with Harrow & Armstrong Engineering was signed, and it’s officially our biggest foreign deal.
But I lost Lexi.
I just didn’t know she meant that much to me.
Mark’s parting comment, along with a slap on the shoulder, was.“Glad to see you got rid of the girl.”
The girl.
Like Lexi was yet to become a woman.
“I didn’t,” I replied a little defensively.“She quit.”
He laughed.“I bet she did after seeing me.Trust me, you have dodged a bullet.”
Have I?
Or is there something I’m missing?Because she’s not acting like a guilty woman, she’s behaving like she’s been wronged.
I need to know if I’m now one of those assholes who have hurt her.
When I step out, and she’s standing directly in front of Drew, a smirk on his face and a knowing glint in his eyes, I almost snap.
No fucking way.
That is not happening.