. She wouldn’t understand why I’ve made the choices I have. I’ll carry the burden of it till the day I die, aching for her. Unable to stay away, I inch closer to the stage, bulldozing my way through any motherfucker who stands between us. My pretty girl commands attention and fuck me she’s got mine. My cock swells, craving her sweet pussy.
Chapter Twenty-seven
“The fuck you think you’re doing?” James grips me by the elbow and drags me into one of the private lounges of Lion’s Den, the strip club I’ve been dancing at to support Wylla Mae and me.
My heart leaps to my throat at the sight of him. I’ve done as he said. I’ve stayed away. I’ve not asked him for anything. I used the account he set up for me a few times out of basic necessity until I started working here. I never thought I’d be in this situation. Taking my clothes off and flashing my tits and ass for a little cash. I have a daughter to support though, and for her I’ll do whatever it takes to give her the world.
“What’s it look like? I’m trying to earn money to take care of my daughter.”
“She’s my kid too.”
“Ha.” I laugh in his face as he backs me up until the backs of my knees hit the couch. “My daughter doesn’t need a damn thing you got to offer her. Why don’t you run on home to Ruthie and play house?”
He grabs my chin, his gaze burning with fury. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Right. Okay. I heard you’re having another kid. Congratulations.” Some members of his club stop in often and Mitzi, one of the dancers who has taken me under her wing fucks Nickel. She doesn’t know James is the father of my child, but she loves to gossip.
“What happened to you, Lex? This...” his hand rubs down my side, and I shiver. “Taking off your clothes for money... I don’t like it.”
“You don’t have to like it. You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. You gave up the right when you signed your rights to my kid away. I got your papers.” They were stuck under the door of my apartment. When I saw that he signed his rights away that was it. The last shred of hope I had that we’d be together gone. He’s proven he’ll never change his ways and that he doesn’t give a shit about us.
“What papers?”
“Oh, you know what. Fuck you.”
“Fuck me?”
“Yeah.” I get back in his face. “Fuck. You. Murder.”
“Fuck me?” he growls, and I shrink back, falling onto the black leather couch.
He looms over me all broody and still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Those dangerous dark eyes bore into me. Warmth tingles through my veins and to regions I wish wouldn’t get excited by his presence, but I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t attracted to him. I look for him in every man I meet. It hurts to admit that, but it’s true. He’s all I will ever want, and I hate that I do. Want him. I try so hard not to think about him, but it’s hard when I look into my daughter’s brown eyes and see his reflecting back at me.
“I hate you. I hate you so much I need a new word for how much.”
“You don’t hate me, Lex.” He jerks my legs apart and grabs me between the thighs. “You’re just mad because I’m not yours to fuck anymore, but I’m feeling generous tonight.” His hand moves to his belt.
“What are you doing?” I try to move but he holds me in place with one hand while undoing his jeans with the other.
“Gonna fuck you, baby. Give you some dick so maybe you’ll lose the attitude and remember who you belong to.”
“Stay away from me.”
“You know you want it. Fucking soaked and panting for it.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Miss you, pretty girl. Miss the feel of you. The way you’d cry out and beg me for this cock.”
“I’m not having sex with you.” I shove against his chest, and he doesn’t even budge an inch. No, he rips my fishnet stockings and yanks my thong clean off.
“Been months since I’ve been inside you. Months since I’ve felt peace. And one look at you, and all my anger and pain fades right away. Why is that? Only thing that can bring me any peace is you?”
“I don’t give a damn what you think you feel or know. I’m not yours, and I never will be again.”
“You’ll always be mine, Lex.”
“You’re delusional.”