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Trent didn't have the upper hand here; she did. It felt good to be in control. She chose whom she spoke to, where she worked, where she slept. And she was done with this conversation. "You don't tell me what to do anymore," she told him, pushing her stool away from the counter. "And I'm leaving."
Trent's hand shot out, blocking her exit. "You go when I say you go. We are not done here, little girl."
"You don't call me that!" Lily bit out, eyes flashing with anger. "You are not my Dom, and you sure as hell aren't my Daddy."
"Is that 'cause you got a new one already?" he asked.
She shrugged at him. "Doesn't matter if I do or not. What matters is that it isn't you, and you chose that path. You have no right to come in here and force me to talk to you. I can't even begin to tell you how selfish that is. You are no Daddy. You never were."
Trent's eyes practically bugged out his head at her words. "You are on thin ice, Lily," he spit at her. "Apologize now."
"No!" she cried and moved to wiggle out of her seat, but he blocked her again, and this time, she raised her eyes to Jordyn who was already in motion and walking toward them, except that the woman and the bartender she had flagged to join her weren't necessary. And that was because Sam was suddenly there, hands on her stool, pulling it and her out of Trent's reach.
"You trying to corner my girl?" he asked, helping her down from her seat and sweeping her behind him. "In my club?"
"Yourgirl?" Trent laughed and shook his head, standing form his seat. He picked up his half empty tumbler of scotch and took a lazy sip. "That's not what she was telling me yesterday. I was her Dom yesterday. Isn't that right,little girl?"
Lily's face reddened at the loudness of Trent's words. People were looking at them, and she wished she could melt through the floor at the whispers that were now starting to swirl around them. She saw Jordyn stop a few feet away, and from the wide-eyed look on the woman's face, she had heard the word Dom. She only prayed she didn't understand the emphasis Trent had imparted tolittle girl.
"That was yesterday," Sam replied, looking unbothered by Trent's outburst. "Today, she's my girl, and you're in my club, drinking my alcohol, while you bother her. That's not gonna fly."
"I'm here for Lily." Trent set his glass down with a thunk. "And your scotch is shit."
Sam snorted and crossed his arms, glaring at Trent. "Then don't order bottom shelf." His voice was soft, none of the loud bravado that Trent's words held. Though Lily was sure it had something to do with the fact that Sam was taller than Trent by a few inches and easily outweighed the man by fifty pounds. They were ill-matched, Trent lean and built for speed, where Sam was built thick and muscled.
She didn't think Trent wanted this to get physical. She prayed he didn't.
"My girl isn't going anywhere with you. Take your ass out of here, and if I ever see your face or she tells me you're bothering her, we are going to have problems."
Trent's eyes slid to hers. "I'm going by your place. We will talk after this," he said, ignoring Sam.
"Hey, I didn't know you knew where I lived, my man. But let me tell you, I'm not going to take kindly to you showing up at my house and waking us up."
"You live with him now?" Trent gasped, and he took a step closer, a move that Sam mirrored until Trent stopped and backed up, his hands at his head. "You sure got over me quick, didn't you? You're a fucking gold digger, Lily!" She jerked back as if she had been slapped. Her worry over taking advantage of Sam rushed back to her, and she couldn't help the tremble that moved through her body. Would other people think what Trent was saying when they found out that she now lived with Sam? How would she explain her new job when asked? Would they think they had done the same thing with Ashley?
"I can't believe I ever fell for your innocent damsel in distress bullshit—"
Sam snapped his fingers, cutting Trent off. "That's it. You're out of here. No one talks to my girl like that, and unlike you, I know how to take care of my Little. This is the last time you see her, talk to her, breathe the same air as she does."
Two bouncers appeared at Sam's side, and he crossed his arms, giving Trent a thin smile. "You either walk out of here on your own, or we carry you out. Pick."
A tense moment passed before Trent backed down, the fight seeming to leak out of him before he scoffed and threw his arms out as if he were waving them off. "I'm out of here. This club is for bottom feeders. Have a nice life being someone's whore, Lily." She winced at the word and hated how this man still managed to hurt her.
It sucked, but it was what it was. She wrapped her arms around herself and forced her back to stay straight and her feet to stay planted even when she wanted to bolt from the room. The crowd around them had grown in size now. The music was still playing, but it didn't dampen the focus on Lily and the warring men in front of her.
"What did you call her?" Sam asked, raising his voice above the music. He held out a hand, stopping Trent on his path to the door. "I said, what did you call her?" he repeated when Trent ignored him. For a moment, Lily thought the other man would keep walking, but he turned to Sam and shoved his hand off his chest.
"A whore, she's a whore that you bought and paid for." He sneered at Sam, but the expression was only there for a split second before Sam's fist shot out and slammed into Trent's jaw. Trent's head snapped back, and he dropped to the floor like a bag of rocks, or something else equally heavy, and he practically bounced off the floor at how fast he went down. Lily gaped at the sight and didn't know what to do when Sam turned away from him and to her.
"Are you all right?" he asked, taking her face in his hands. He frowned when he saw that she was trembling. "Sweetheart, look at me."
"You hit him," she said, staring at Trent's prone body.
Sam dropped his voice. "Little one, look at me." When she raised her eyes to his, he smiled at her. "I'm sorry you saw that. Are you all right, Lily?"
She nodded, feeling dazed by the fact that Sam had just punched her ex-Dom. She swallowed hard. "I want to go home."
"Yeah, let's do that." Sam put an arm around her shoulders and nodded at one of the bouncers. "Get rid of him. No one saw shit."
