Entering the club she came up short when she saw the women dancing on tables. There were only a few, but she recognized them from work.
Ripper approached, smiling at her.
“What are you doing here, sweetness?” he asked.
“I want to see Devil. Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
She stared into his eyes knowing he was lying.
“Don’t push me.” Lexie shoved him out of the way and charged toward the room she knew was Devil’s office. He’d been the one to ask her to decorate the room.
Her heart was thumping out of fear of what she was about to find. Licking her lips, she saw the door was partially open.
“Come on, baby, I can make you feel so good.” She recognized Tiffany’s voice. Devil’s voice was muttered. Opening the door fully, Lexie gasped. Tiffany was straddling his lap, leaning down to kiss him. She couldn’t see anything else.
He looked up and smiled. “Lex, baby.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” she said, turning on her heel and walking away. She heard Tiffany mutter something, but she didn’t care to hear it. The bastard had been cheating on her.
“Lex, wait,” Devil said, shouting. She slowed down wanting him to explain exactly why that skank was even on his lap.
She spun on her heel. “Is this what you had planned all along? Get out of the house so you could have a cheap, sloppy fuck with a woman infected with all kinds of shit?” Her control was out of the window. Lashing out, she slammed her palm against his shoulder. “I hate you. You asshole.”
Storming away, she headed back toward the main room.
“What the fuck? You can’t just come in here and accuse me of shit you don’t even have a clue about,” he said.
“I know what I saw.”
“You didn’t see jack shit. I wasn’t doing anything. I was fucking working to make sure Judi can get into a fucking good school.”
She stopped, glaring at him. “So Tiffany, the whore, just happened to straddle your lap, sucking on your neck.” Lexie glanced toward his neck to see no signs of him being mauled by the other woman. Whatever. The bitch probably got her claws in him in another way. The jealousy was eating at her.
“You worked with this woman. She’s not calling you a whore, and you worked in the strip club alongside her.”
They were in the main part of the club. The music was turned down or off. What the hell was he saying?
****
Devil cursed his runaway mouth. He couldn’t find it inside himself to tell her the truth. Instead he insulted her as a way of hitting back at her.
“What the fuck are you trying to say?” Lexie asked. Her hands were on her hips. She was driving him fucking crazy. Devil had no intention of being in that predicament with Tiffany. He’d not intended to rattle Lexie’s cage. The last week had been perfect between them, and now she walked into his club, accusing him of cheating and it was pissing him the fuck off. Their argument had gained the entire club’s attention. They were looking between them. The alcohol was flowing even though the bar wasn’t officially open.
“Come on, tell me what you think, Devil. I’m sure I want to hear it.”
He’d pay for this. Devil knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would pay. The anger in her eyes only cemented what he was about to say.
“You’re nothing but a fucking stripper, so instead of running your fucking mouth, come on, Lex, give us a fucking show.”
He wouldn’t let the flash of hurt he saw in her eyes affect him. His anger was getting the better of him. How dare she accuse him of wanting any other woman but her? Devil hated to admit it, but his dick only got hard for one fucking woman, Lexie.
“What? You don’t mean that.”
The men were tense as Devil walked over to the music box. Finding one of his all time favorite songs, he let it start. “Give us a fucking dance. You’re not my woman, so you don’t own me.” He was lying more with every second that passed.
She stared at him for several seconds. The animosity pouring from her eyes made him feel like shit. “You want a show? Fine, I’ll give you a fucking show.” She leaned down pulling off her sneakers.
Standing back up, she threw the sneakers at him, each one hitting him in the stomach. Devil tensed, and it took all of his effort not to flinch from the harsh hit. Bitch could throw. She stood up onto the beer counter, and the music seemed to grow louder.
The room was deadly silent apart from his men and a few of the women that had been invited over. Their gazes were all on Lexie. She held the room as she pulled the band from her hair.
The long brown strands fell around her as the music took over. Chugging on his beer he watched her hips swinging as the song kept going. There was no lust in her eyes. She wasn’t into the dance. Her body owned the song, moving from one beat to another. The harshness of each swing wasn’t lost on him.