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His reply comes instantly.

#HotBoss:

I have no words.

My eyebrows draw down in confusion.He has no words?The man always has words. Too many words if you ask me. Before I can contemplate a reply, my phone vibrates in my hand. The name#HotBossflashes across the screen.

“Hello.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I have words. They’re: put some fucking clothes on before you go out,” he growls.

“Ah, yeah, those words are not your finest, Mr Miller. Sorry, I’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta go. Jules is calling me.” I laugh as I cut the line.

I guess he likes the dress then.

An hour later, we’re pulling into a club. “Where are we?” I ask Jules. I haven’t been here before.

“It’s a new club. Unhinged.” Jules smiles. “It’s meant to be the best.”

“They’re all meant to be the best. Doesn’t mean they are,” I tell her with an eye roll.

“Well, let’s try to keep an open mind about things, shall we?” She pulls me out of the car and up to the queue.

We’re reasonably early, so it’s not that busy yet. We manage to get through the line quickly enough and head straight to the bar. Once we have drinks in hand, we’re out on the dance floor, and it’s not long before Jules has attracted an army of admirers around us.

One of them, a young hip-looking guy, starts dancing with me before he spins me around, pulling my front to his back. He’s good-looking enough and doesn’t give off major creeper vibes, so I close my eyes and lose myself to the music. I love dancing. I honestly don’t mind who I’m dancing with and usually don’t question dancing with randos. When my lashes flutter open again and I find a pair of pissed-off, piercing blue eyes staring daggers at me from the other side of the dance floor, I freeze.

I’m trapped in his icy glare. It’s dark in this club, and I can still see how irritated he is. His features are set hard as stone.Before he shakes his head and I watch in horror as he reaches out and takes a tall, leggy blonde by the arm. He whispers something into her ear and then pulls her up the stairs to the VIP area.

What the fuck? What just happened?

I lean into Jules and tell her I have to pee. I need to get off this dance floor, and I need to get out of this club. As I’m navigating through the crowd of people, I look up. The VIP section has a large glass wall showcasing its various booths. I meet Nathan’s gaze, and his eyes lock on me. But he’s not alone. That same tall blonde is perched firmly on his lap.

Fuck him. And fuck her. She can have him and his magical cock. I don’t need it. I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with someone at work, especially when that someone signs my paycheck.

I stand in the line for the ladies. My phone buzzes in my clutch. Pulling it out, I see Nathan’s nickname flash on the screen. I decline the call, turn off my phone, and drop it back into my clutch. I don’t need this. I don’t need him. After standing in line for what seems like hours, I finally make it into a stall. Closing myself in, I sigh. It’s quieter in here. I can hear myself think. The first tear falls, and I swipe at it angrily. He does not get my fucking tears. He doesn’t deserve them.

What did I do? Dance with someone else?

Well, he has some hot-ass chick sitting on his lap, probably riding his dick by now. I’m being ridiculous. I know that. It doesn’t matter. We weren’t a thing. Not really. We’ve fucked, a lot, over the last week. But that’s all it is. All itwas. Hovering over the toilet, I’m careful not to actually touch the seat as I do my business. No matter how high-end the establishment, these public bathrooms are still gross. I flush the toilet and exit the cubicle. A girl is quick to run inside right after me. After washing my hands, I pull my lip gloss from my bag and reapply it.

Then I give my reflection one last long look in the mirror, reminding myself to put my big girl panties on, before I walk out of the bathroom and run smack-bang into a wall. A wall of solid muscle. Arms wrap around my waist, catching me as I stumble backwards. I look up into that familiar pair of icy eyes. His hand closes around my wrist and he tugs, forcing me to follow him along the hall—a hall that seems to get darker the farther we travel down it.

“Wait… What are you doing?” I ask.

Nathan glances over his shoulder at me but doesn’t say a word. He just turns his head back around and keeps walking. Keeps dragging me off to God knows where.

Chapter Ten

The last person I expected to see when I walked into this club washer.Bentley Johnson, grinding up on some guy on the dance floor—some fucker who certainly wasn’t me. I was pissed. I don’t recall a time I’ve been so fucking pissed off before. I couldn’t exactly walk over to her and drag her off like I wanted. After all, I’m trying not to draw our relationship into the public eye. Not that I think we’re doing anything wrong. ButBentley doesn’t deserve to have people whispering behind her back about how she slept her way to the top. Which she didn’t. However, that won’t stop people from saying it.

So, instead of walking over and taking her with me, I reach out and grab the first woman I see. If Bentley thinks it’s okay to grind her ass on some other guy’s cock, let’s see how she likes it when I have another woman in my arms. I bring the girl up to the VIP section with me, where I take a seat and pull the blonde onto my lap, hating every second of it. It’s the wrong girl. I should be with Bentley. I should have Bentley sitting on my lap, not some random chick I have no intention of touching.

Alistair slides in next to me with a girl on top of him while Xavier sits alone on the opposite side of us. I watch through the glass barrier, spotting Bentley easily in her little hot-pink dress. She’s walking off the dance floor in the direction of the bathrooms. I look back when Lucy, Xavier’s sister, approaches our booth with Shardonnay. I smirk. This should be an interesting show.

“Xav, I knew you’d come!” Lucy squeals.

“Those two wanted to come here. How many of them have you had?” Xavier asks her, while eyeing Shardonnay, his newest assistant, up and down.

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