Page 64 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 23

Roar walked into thebar the minute it opened for business and spotted Lizzy. Not missing a step, he strode over to her with Monica and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the hall and out the back door.

He whirled her around until she faced him. "Talk, and you better have a damn good excuse for leaving the clubhouse alone, refusing to answer your door, and being gone all day."

She rubbed her arm. "I'm here to work. Nothing about my personal life is your business."

"Don't give me that shit. What happened to make you like this." He raised his hand up and down. "Like I haven't made you come and you liked it."

"Don't be vulgar." She stepped around him to go inside, and he sidestepped, cutting her off. "Do you have a problem with me working for you?"

"You know damn well I don't."

"Then, let me work," she said.

Lizzy couldn't even look him in the face. He clenched his fists. Everything was going good at the party last night. She'd been enjoying herself, and him. Then, he went to find her after talking on the phone to his dad, and she'd left.

Not knowing how to get her to talk or how she reacted when faced with something obviously bothering her, he exhaled loudly. "Fine. You're fired."

Her gaze snapped to him. He walked away. Now she had all the time in the world to figure out what her problem was and tell him what upset her.

She grabbed the back of his vest in the middle of the alley. "You're firing me?"

"Ja." He shrugged out of her clutch. "When you want your job back, you better come prepared to open your mouth and tell me why you're angry at me."

"I knew it." She glared. "Didn't I tell you from the beginning that it was a bad idea for us to get together? You can't separate our relationship—whatever that is to you, with my working in the bar. God, that is so unfair, Roar. I can't believe you."

"Believe it," he muttered, walking away.

"You know, I was starting to fall in love with you."

He stopped at the door.

"That was a mistake, seeing as how I'm not the only woman you want like you led me to believe."

He turned around slowly. "You are the only one."

"Then, you and I have a different opinion about what to expect from each other. I don't think you'd like it if I was hanging on one of the members of Slag or one of the customers at the bar, cupping their ass and pressing against them, while I was sleeping with you." She shook her head, her mouth scrunched in anger. "Just forget it. I'm done."

"Who was I touching?" he asked.

She waved her hand behind her, checking out of the conversation.

Striding forward, he slammed his hand against the back door of the bar, keeping her from going inside. "Who was I touching?"

"Some woman at the club. I came in from outside, going to wait for you, and you were already busy with someone else...after I got you all worked up. That's disgusting." She sniffed and looked away. "Whatever. You're going to do whatever you want to do."

"You, silly little girl." He bent over and wrapped his arm around her upper thighs, draping her over his shoulder.

She screamed and kicked, only riling him more. Walking into the club, he carried her upstairs. The noise she made and the names she called him attracted everyone's attention. His men came out of their rooms to watch. Women stood grinning and listening.

Ignoring them all, he went straight to his bedroom and tossed her on the bed, kicking the door shut. Before she could scramble to a sitting position and get up, he landed on top of her, bracing his weight with his elbows and knees.

"Let me up." She pushed against his chest.

"Not until you listen to me." He lowered his voice. "Are you done fighting?"

"I don't fight. It's worthless energy." She pressed her lips together.

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