Page 13 of Filthy Dirty Dom

She shook her head. “I wasn’t!”

He laughed caustically and with his other hand, fondled her breasts. She jerked back and slapped his face.

His head snapped back and his face grew red with rage.

“Alex doesn’t want you, Leslie. You’re nothing to him but his friend’s little annoying sister. Someone he’s hired to protect. That’s all you are to him. In other words, you’re nothing.”

Somehow, David’s words ripped her to shreds more than her fear of him did.

Because he was right.

She didn’t mean anything to Alex.

He’d left her here and—

Suddenly, David cried out as he was viciously pulled away from her.

6

Despite Alex thinking he could forget the sight of Leslie in the sex club by taking the blonde up on her multiple offers, he couldn’t go through with it. He’d apologized and offered to get her an Uber, which she’d accepted, albeit a little nastily. Then Alex had texted Leslie’s bodyguard for the night, Elvis, telling him to keep close eyes on her. Once he’d gotten a thumbs up from Elvis, Alex and gone to the second level of the club and nursed a club soda while he decided what to do.

Because what he was about to do was drag Leslie out of this club and away from Doctor Dickhead even if he had to do it with her kicking and screaming the whole time.

Only as Leslie’s friend, he knew how important it was to her that she be treated like a grown woman who could make these types of decisions for herself. She was here for her own reasons, even if it was just that she was horny, and he had no right to fuck with that.

He played that argument in his head for about fifteen minutes before he finally accepted they were all true but he didn’t give a damn.

He was getting her the fuck out of here. If she was curious about this lifestyle, she could ask him her questions. Or if she was looking for someone to play with, he would set her up with someone he trusted. It would damn near kill him, but he’d do it. He just didn’t want her getting in over her head with her date, who had checked out clean on all the reports Alex had run on him too clean, and Alex still didn’t trust him worth a damn. Standing, he strode through throngs of people to get to the staircase and started down it. From that purview, his eyes instantly found, Leslie. Her date had his arm around her and she was trying to pull away.

Alex saw red.

Where the fuck was her bodyguard?

Elvis was through. Done. He’d never work security again a day in his life.

Swiftly, Alex pushed through the lower floor crowd. He was steps away from Leslie when he heard Doctor Dickhead say, “Alex doesn’t want you, Leslie. You’re nothing to him but his friend’s little annoying sister. Someone he’s hired to protect. That’s all you are to him. In other words, you’re nothing.”

Motherfucker!

With a growl, Alex grabbed David by the throat. Calmly, with controlled and methodic movements, he backed David up until he hit a wall. Without letting go of the man’s windpipe, he leaned in close and said, “You’re dead.”

Leslie gaped at Alex, who still held David by the throat. Her date practically dangled from the larger man’s hand. She struggled with a feeling of disorientation. Alex hadn’t left the club with the blonde after all. Relief coursed through even as she shamefully acknowledged how aroused she was by Alex brawling with David, the same man who’d laid his hands on her without her consent and said such nasty things.

In all fairness, though, they weren’t brawling since Alex had him pinned and David couldn’t move. When David started to turn blue, Leslie leaped forward. “Alex, put David down,” she ordered.

Alex didn’t obey.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a young muscular man in a business suit moving toward them, his eyes fixed on Leslie. He had to be her bodyguard, she realized. Where had he been? She’d noticed him enter the establishment shortly after she and David entered, but had mistakenly assumed he was just another customer. He rushed to her side and gently took her arm. “Please come with me, Ms. Duke,” he muttered.

Leslie pulled away from him. “No. I need to stop Alex.”

The young bodyguard’s eyes widened at the very suggestion that she could stop his boss from doing anything, let alone ripping out the throat of the man who’d been acting aggressively towards her.

“Leslie,” Alex said, his voice deadly, his jaw set in a grim line, his gaze still on David. “Go with him.”

“Alex, let David go.”

Slowly, Alex turned to face her. “Do as I say, Leslie.”