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Oh shit.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MASON
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Idon’t like this onefucking bit, and it’s my goddamn fault.
Seeing Lexi behind a bar, in what has to be the smallest children’s-sized T-shirt in history, is bringing out a side of me I didn’t know existed.One who wants to speak to the fucking owner right now and buy this damn establishment.
Then kick every asshole out.
“Wait, you have a bar?”Lexi asks Colt.
Oh, hell no!
There is no way she’s going to work at the Obsidian Club.If I’m losing my mind seeing her work in a relatively nice SoHo bar.There’s no way I’m standing back while Colt offers her a part time position in his sex club.
No fucking way.
Everyone stares at me.
I quickly order drinks, and Emily is arguing she doesn’t want water and starts ordering some pink something-or-other when a familiar voice sounds behind me.
“See you Wednesday, Lex.”
You have got to be fucking kidding me!
I slowly turn and find myself face to face with my IT manager.Bloody Terrance.
“Oh, hey, Mr.Kingsley.”
“Terrance,” I mutter and faceLexagain, lifting a brow.
