Page 16 of Claiming Lily (Claiming 2)

Callum ignores it, his mouth thin with fury, a muscle twitching along his jaw. “You need to get the fuck out of here before I call the police.”

“What? And miss all the fun when you learn the truth about the lovely Lily here?” Miller asks with a sneer. “Take it from me, Rogen, you need to watch your back with this one. She likes to play the innocent but don’t be fooled. Thought she could climb the career ladder by offering me additional services.”

Callum holds Miller’s gaze unflinchingly. “You’re lying through your ass. You’re not the injured party here. Lily is.” He moves closer, getting up in Miller’s face. “I’ve met men like you before. You get off on intimidating women, don’t you? But we both know Lily’s not the kind of woman who takes kindly to being manhandled by assholes like you!”

Miller clucks his tongue reproachfully, angry color seeping into his flaccid cheeks. “If you believe that, then you’re a bigger fucking idiot than I thought! All women use what’s between their legs to get what they want, and Lily Olsen is no exception. She was practically begging for it!” he snarls, losing his rein on his temper. “As I told her at the time, it’s her word against mine! I eat little sluts like her for breakfast!”

The crack of Callum’s fist connecting with Miller’s jaw is loud in the quiet of the corridor. My hands fly to my mouth in shock as Miller reels backward, sprawling on the floor.

“And I eat fuckers like you for dinner!” Callum rasps, standing over him.

He looks like an avenging God, all solid muscle and flashing silver eyes. This is so not an appropriate time to be this turned on, but, holy crap, my man is hot!

“Motherfucker!” Miller barks, nursing his jaw, which is already beginning to swell. He surges to his feet and takes a threatening step towards Callum.

“Do it!” Callum growls, not budging an inch as he faces off with the older man. “I’d love nothing more than to hand your ass to you!”

Miller pauses, obviously considering his options. Callum is taller, fitter, and twenty years his junior—not to mention the shitload of anger fueling him right now.

“You’ve just made an enemy!” Miller seethes, almost frothing at the mouth. “Expect a visit from the cops for assault!”

Callum smiles coldly. “Do your fucking worst! No witnesses. No CCTV. Like you were so quick to tell Lily, it’s your word against mine. And just to be crystal clear, if you ever come within a fifty-mile radius of her again, I’ll rip your fucking head off!”

Callum wraps his arm around me, and we walk away together, leaving Miller Cooper choking on his own words. Something tells me this isn’t over. Men like him don’t back down without a fight, and I have no doubt that his fight is about to get dirty.

Callum is obviously thinking the same because he pulls his cell phone out as we take the elevator back up to our rooms, hitting speed dial and holding it to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” I whisper.

“Someone who’s got our backs,” Callum replies grimly. He switches his attention to the person on the other end of the line as they pick up. “Ash, it’s Cal. I’m going to need that information you’re holding for me.”

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