Page 64 of Savage Bosses

I flinched. This was a new low from his usual verbal passive aggression. “I’m not leaving him like this.”

“Look around you, Zo. Who in here is likely to believe you didn’t do this?”

“I didn’t!”

“I thought you were better than the other women I’ve dated, but you’re nothing more than a piece of ass.”

“What are you talking about?” His anger bewildered me.

“You went off with him.”

“So I could get clean!” I threw my free hand in the air. “Did you want his cum all over me?” While just envisioning my current state turned me on, Dax was too closed minded to appreciate the power dynamic of another man’s cum in me. But the unconscious man did, and had insisted on having his scent on me.

His eyes narrowed. “Did you fuck him in the bathroom? Fuck him where I couldn’t see?”

“No!” I flinched at the accusation. Was that all he cared about?

“You kissed him.” Dax’s fingers tightened on my arm. “It took you an entire month to kiss me, but you kissed him in one night.”

I jerked as if his words slapped me across the cheek, but I couldn’t deny them. Kissing was more intimate than sex to me. I didn’t know why or how to turn off forming a connection when kissing. It was why I avoided kissing anyone I didn’t plan to date. “Tonight was for us…you!”

“Which part?” He leaned close and the alcohol on his breath tickled my nose. “The entire club heard you moaning like a bitch in heat!”

“I was supposed to sleep with him, but not enjoy sex more than when I’m with you? Is that it?”

“Yes, damn it!”

I stared at him in shock. “You’re a selfish asshole.” Everything was about Dax. How had I been so blind? “What about my pleasure?”

“We’re done.”

My entire body stilled and I sucked in a sharp breath. Why the hell was I shocked? The man couldn’t even tell me whether he loved me or not.

I came to this club because Dax insisted our relationship needed invigorating. I was just fine taking our sex life to the next level in the comfort of our home. “You’re a piece of work.” I snatched my arm away, ignoring the sting from his nails digging into my skin. “I’m going to get help.”

“No one will believe the woman he just fucked…a woman that has never been in the Den didn’t have a hand in his unconsciousness.”

“I’ll tell them the truth.”

“What’s that?” he sneered. “You came with me, remember? Everyone saw you go off with him alone.”

Nausea curled my stomach. In a matter of minutes, I watched our life together blend with the shadows in the hallway. Poof! And everything I’d hoped…dreamed about dissipated into nothingness. If Dax could rip my chest open with a few choice words after I’d told him I loved him, how could I trust anyone else not to do the same? It was the first time since my parents’ death that I allowed despair and helplessness to seep into my spirit. They thought me to be hopeful and optimistic.

The man at our feet moaned and my chest tightened.

“You better hope that he doesn’t press charges.” Dax stepped over him. “No one will ever hire a personal assistant with a record.”

My new job!

He was right, charges were the last thing I needed before starting my new job, especially since I’d already left my previous employer.

I didn’t need Dax to tell me that this man had the means and connections to make my life miserable. “Dax, please…” I made another bid to get help. No one would believe me if Dax left.

He scoffed. “I’ll tell you what, if you make it home before I do, I’ll let you pack your shit or you can forget about coming home.”

Did I expect him to take responsibility for what he’d done? His words slowly sank in, but having my belongings would never outweigh the guilt of leaving this man without aid.

Dax didn’t spare me another minute. He disappeared down the dark end of the hallway and I heard a door open before slamming shut. I knelt beside the man and brushed a dark lock over his forehead. “I’m so sorry. My boyfriend…ex-boyfriend is a douche.” I didn’t know why, but I kissed his forehead. Perhaps it was my way of asking for his forgiveness or a means of touching…taking him with me. Whatever the reason, the act was heart wrenching and I inhaled his scent that was a mixture of musk, sweat, and sex.

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