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ABRAM
“Sorry, Ariella. It’s time for Cambria to go home now,” I growl, squeezing Cambria’s small shoulder.
Ariella looks up at me with confusion. “She just got here like two hours ago. Is everything okay?” she asks, letting go of Cambria’s hand awkwardly. I must have walked in on something.
“I’m the one who makes that call. If I want her gone, she’s gone. Cambria, I need to talk to you,” I say, gripping her arm and lifting her off her barstool. She trips and nearly falls, which makes her upset.
“What the fuck, Abram? Let go of me,” she hisses, jerking her arm away from me.
“Come to my office right fucking now,” I growl.
She hesitantly follows me, turning towards Ariella with a concerned, nervous expression.
“Don’t look at her. Just follow me,” I bark, taking her hand and nearly dragging her to my office in the basement, right where I spanked her in front of Josiah’s associates. I wonder how it feels for her to be back down here.
I slam the door behind me as soon as she steps into the room. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing asking Ariella about me? Why the fuck are you sneaking around on me like that?” I ask angrily.
Her face turns guilty for a brief moment before twisting up in annoyance. “I don’t think it’s unfair of me to want to know more about you after you basically hired me on as your personal bangmaid,” she replies, crossing her arms over her chest and glowering at me.
“What the fuck does that mean? You knew what you were getting into. I didn’t force you to do anything.”
“Oh my god, Abram. Do you think I’m an idiot? I know you didn’t force me into anything. But you need to be realistic. What woman wouldn’t take your offer? You used my desperation to get me to take the job here after it was more than I applied for,” she says.
“Your desperation? You came here willingly, to begin with. You danced for me like a little tease because you were trying to get a reaction from me. You’re completely unprofessional.”
“I’munprofessional?! You came onto mein the locker room.That’s the kind of thing I could have you arrested for!” she shouts. “You had me cornered, and you wanted another dance even after I had already completed my audition.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, right. And I also made you give me a blowjob, didn’t I? Are you going to say that I was the one who came up with that when you gladly dropped to your knees so that you could suck me off? God, you’re such a whore,” I snarl, my tone growing razor-sharp as my anger builds.
She scoffs at me. “You hired me just to fuck me and watch me dance naked, and you’re calling me a whore? Damn, you must have been born with half a brain stem if you think that you aren’t somehow implicated here.”
“Oh yeah? Why don’t you just say it all then? Just release yourself, stupid bitch,” I growl.
“You don’t want me to do that,” she warns.
“Oh, I do.”
She stands up straight, sitting back on her heels and meeting my gaze. “I think you’re a sad, scared little boy who abuses and lies to women to get back at your mommy, who doesn’t care now and never will!”
“Keep my mother out of this, you fucking slut!” I shout, grabbing an empty vodka bottle from my desk and throwing it directly into the wall. The shatter of the glass is deafening, and Cambria’s eyes widen in fear.
“Look at you! You have no fucking self-control! I bet you were that kid in high school who threw your desk whenever you were told to do literally anything!” she screams, gesturing erratically at the mess of glass on the floor.
“Why don’t you just keep psychoanalyzing me with your imaginary degree while you work as a stripper in the red-light district. Does that make you feel superior somehow? I hope you realize that your job is a fucking joke to most people. It’s a punchline,” I reply with scorn.
“Youownthe fucking club! If anyone here is a joke, it’s you, Abram. I might be a dumb slut who dances on a pole for money, but people like youcreatedthe market for a job like mine. If anyone here is a sad, pathetic waste, it’s you,” she responds with a self-satisfied grin.
“Yeah, well, I can already tell that you’re going to get chewed up and spit out by this job anyway. You’re too fucking soft. One bad lap dance, and you’re in the locker room trying to fix your makeup while you cry it off your face,” I taunt, stepping closer to her and growing angrier when she doesn’t back away from me.
“You want me to be so scared of you; it’s so obvious. But I’m an adult woman, and you’re a weak, jealous man who keeps women as pets because you’re too afraid of intimacy for a real relationship. Grow the fuck up, Abram,” she spits.
I can feel my rage building.
I can’t lose control.
“You’re a starfish in bed, you know,” I say.
