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She looks at me, and I do not fucking like the look that crosses her face. Her eyes turn devious, her lip curls up at the side.
“There is no one here but us,” she starts. “I could make you pay for turning me down, Calder Price.” Licking her lips, she steps away and pulls her top off her shoulder.
Then she tugs on her top, ripping some of the buttons off and my heart stops in my chest, knowing what she is planning.
Leaning back in my chair, I link my hands together behind my head, showing a relaxed posture.
“I know what you are doing, but you won’t get away with it.”
“Watch me. I only have to scream for help, call 911, and mention what you did to me and they will believe me. Add in a little evidence and I am golden.” She smirks at me like she is winning.
“I see that you have done this before.” I shake my head in disbelief. “It is because of people like you that true victims are never believed. You are shitting on the respect and sympathy that true victims should get. So many men and women are falsely accused of serious things such as this bullshit. Their lives ruined, losing their families, jobs lost, their children taken from them. And for what, simply because someone didn’t like something they said. Because they rejected someone.
“You make me sick. You are diminishing what true victims have been through, what they are fighting for. Both men and women are unwillingly touched, forced into something they do not want, yet are never believed.”
I had hoped that my words had gotten through but they didn’t.
“Try me, Calder. I dare you. See what I get away with. I will be smiling when you are carted off in handcuffs, and the club’s reputation and yours will be ruined.”
Sighing, I stretch my body, keeping my facial expression neutral, to hide how much my fucking blood is boiling in anger.
I am the one who jokes, who likes to make sure people are happy, but fuck me, this cunt is willing to lie to ruin me and the club, simply because I refuse to fuck her again.
Oh, the irony.
“Nothing is going to happen, besides you being fired and then reported for threatening to falsely accuse someone of what you are insinuating.”
She scoffs.
Unlinking my hands, I point to the black and white box that sits in the corner of the ceiling, without saying a word.
She looks to where I am pointing and I see the color drain from her face.
“Your little show is being recorded. A live stream to Maverick’s office. You try to take me or the club down and I will show everyone this, letting them know that you are not to be trusted if you so easily try to ruin people’s lives. You will never work again.” I chuckle, pushing to my feet.
Seeing her flinch makes my fucking day, but I would never hit a woman.
“Now this is what you are going to do, since you no longer work for the Rugged Skulls MC. You will go home, pack up your shit, and leave Fort Lauderdale. Hell, fucking leave Florida.”
Her mouth drops open. “You can’t make me leave my home.”
“Try me.” I throw her words back at her.
She quickly covers herself up, collecting her purse off the chair, before rushing from the office, while I let out the breath I was holding. My heart is beating a mile a fucking second.
Resting my elbows on my knees, I try to catch my breath as my narrow space sinks in.
So many people have had their lives ruined by false accusations and lies from attention-seeking people. When there are genuine people out in the world suffering from their ordeals and are never listened to properly.
Knowing I won’t be able to finish my work, I shut down the computer, locking the office as I go, then wave to the last two ladies who are still cleaning.
“Night, Calder,” they call at the same time.
“Night, ladies. You make sure that Colt walks you to your cars, okay.” They nod and I leave.
I will inform Genesis tomorrow of this shit show tonight, so she can start looking for someone else to come in and fill that bitch’s place. There are plenty of people who need a fucking job.
Making it back to the clubhouse, I see that drinks are already flowing, and the music is blasting through the speakers. Looking around the room, I find most of the guys sitting on the black sofa, chilling while they have a beer, but I spy Pres sitting with my father and the rest of his men.
