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"Jamie—I fucking tried, she's fucking wasted."
I lift my hand to thank Shelly and grab Lara by the arm. Her face and shirt are soaked, and she slides off the bar, plopping onto the stool. Her reaction is slow and her eyes are glossy as she looks up at me.
"Oh, well, if it isn'tda mudda fudda."
"What the fuck are you doing here, Lara?"
Her eyes roll past me toward the stage. "Oh, look—it's the whore!"
I turn around just as Maddie steps into the lounge area, her body stiffening. Lara hops up from the barstool faster than I expect for her present condition, and lunges for Maddie.
I catch Lara around the waist, holding her back. "Stop—Lara!"
Shelly shakes her head. "I'm calling the fucking cops."
I raise my hand. "I got it. It's fine."
"Are you sure?"
Lara is mumbling, struggling to point at Maddie. "You bettcch." She turns and glares at me. “You,” she spits. “This is all your fault.”
“Lara, you need to leave,” I whisper.
Lara blinks, her eyes glossy. “You fugging raped me.”
Her voice is loud enough to silence the entire club, and my heart drops. Are you fucking kidding me? This must be part of her plan to destroy me–and by the stares around the club, it’s working.
“Lara, that’s a really fucked up thing to say. You know that everything we’ve ever done has been consensual.”
Shelly lowers her phone, glancing between me and Lara. If she calls the cops, I could get arrested for this baseless accusation.
What in the fuck? This is so bad–so fucking bad.
“Right,” Lara mutters. “Of course, you’d say that.”
“What are you talking about?” I gasp. “Lara, stop it. I never did anything to you.”
A smile spills across her face. “Fine, go ahead and think that, Jamie. You’re such a self-centered asshole you don’t even remember what you did. Have a good fucking life.” She spins around and stumbles out the front door.
The silence that follows is deafening. Shelly clears her throat and goes back to serving the bar. The girls on stage get back to their routine, and conversation amongst the guests gradually returns to normal.
I can’t get out of here fast enough. I spin around and head straight for my office.
It’s a bullshit accusation–I know–but this is only my word against hers. If she were to actually press charges, I’d be fucked.
And even if she doesn’t call the cops, the damage has been done. Her words will echo through these walls. My reputation is fucked, even if I pretend otherwise.
If Lara’s goal was to destroy me, then she has succeeded.
Chapter 21
Jamie
Dammit.Lara’saccusationisa real problem. Maybe Mark knows something, but she fucked things up with him. He’s not answering my texts. Probably won’t take my calls, either. Do I risk it? Fuck it. I’m going to have to straighten things out with him, eventually. If I can’t call him now, will I ever?
I pull my phone from my pocket and scroll through my VIP list, which isn’t very long.
Eden's
