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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me ag...
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October
Crap.
Crap, crap. crap. I forgot to give notice to Mr. Stronel. The last time I missed work for a long period of time he gave me a warning. This time he doesn't even know I'll be gone, I'm going to lose my job.
I grab my purse from under my feet in the cab and remove my phone from it. I enter the 6 digit pin before rushing to get my boss on call. After about 4 rings the call goes through and I hear the voice of Mr. Stronel on the other side.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mr. Stronel. I know this is late notice but I won't be working until next Monday." The name catches Lewis's attention. He looks up from his laptop on his lap and turns toward me.
He gestures to put the phone on speaker so he could listen to what he says to me and I obey. "Ugh, again? How many times do I have to tell you? I have a business to run and if you won't be here then why am I paying you? There are hotter girls dying for your job who-" He snatches my phone out of my hand and brings it to his mouth.
"I was just thinking about taking my business to that new club downtown. What was it? Nerotica?" He snaps his fingers as if trying to remember the name but it seems like he knew all along.
I hear shuffling on the other end of the line before a muffled response. "I-I was, I didn't mean-" He stutters while Lewis tries to keep his laugh in.
"Look I don't care what you meant, but I know what I heard. Now the only reason your still in ownership of that club, is because Astoria works there. If you value your business I'd suggest you pick up your fucking pants, and run it like you care." Before he gets a response he hangs up the phone and drops it in my hand with a smile on his face.
I shake my head at his boyish expression. "That was mean."
"Oh darling, you haven't seen me when I'm mean. And I doubt you'll want to." He says, his voice lowering at the end of the sentence.
I rest my hand on his thigh, when he looks down at it he smirks. "I want to see all of you," I say truthfully and completely innocently but that's not the way he took it.
"Do you now?" He leans his head down into the crevice of my neck, kissing gently.
"Okay, I think you've forgotten that we are here. Have been the whole time." Quinn cuts into the conversation, gesturing to her and Chris who sit in the seats across from us. The cab is more of a limo, I kind of forgot to specify.
"Oh, I'm here too. In case you forgot." James digs his way into the conversation as well. "And let me tell you, this would not be the first time I've seen something a big brother should not have seen." His attempted audience is Chris who laughs in Quinn's shoulder.
They seem to be getting on. They both have that goofy personality, James more than Chris but they both have it nonetheless.
Lewis sighs heavily and dramatically might I add. He sits back in the seat and glares at everyone including me since I'm the one that invited Quinn who invited Chris who is now teaming up with James. "I'm regretting not leaving you at the airport." He throws his head back on the seat and opens his legs. Which I think was a mistake.
