"I can't just leave!" I exclaimed as I pulled on Mister Wealthy's arm, trying to pry his hand off of my right arm. "Let go! Anty! Anty!" I yelled, screaming out the safeword as I was being forced out of the private section of the club.
No one was helping me.
"Mark! Benjamin!" I screamed, trying to get someone's attention.
I have never felt so betrayed in my life. People were just walking by, ignoring the screaming woman in a large man's shirt who was being drug around by the arm by some angry looking beast of a man.
"Stop! I can't leave!" I yelled. I was terrified. I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave my son. "STOP!"
"Walk," Mister Wealthy demanded before he tugged my arm, making me almost tumble on my bare feet.
"No!" I screamed, tugging and pulling on the man's hand and arm.
I dug my heels into the carpeted floor, trying to stop the man. That did something. Mister Wealthy stopped and turned around, looking me in the eyes. "Why must you try and stop me? My mate should want to be with me."
"I don't even know what a mate is! I can't leave Cole!" I shouted in hopes of, not only it sticking to this man, but also to try and get someone's attention.
Hearing the name of another male, Mister Wealthy growled loudly, causing me to flinch, and his eyes blackened.
"Who is Cole?" Mister Wealthy's voice wasn't husky or sexy like it was the few nights that we've spent together. Instead, Mister Wealthy's voice sounded more like the growl of an animal and it was really starting to scare me even more than I already was.
"My son! Let go!" I yanked my arm once more, finally getting myself free from the man.
"You have a son?" Mister Wealthy glared darkly at me. "And you show your body to men?" Mister Wealthy almost looked as if he were disgusted with me.
"Yes! I have a son. And yes! I work here!" I said, sending a glare towards the man. "And you have absolutely no right to judge me for what I do to provide for my son! In case you have forgotten, you have paid for me! You have slept with me twice! And paid for both times!"
I could tell that my face was getting red with anger, my ears were beginning to burn like crazy. I could nearly see red. Angry did not look good on me and I rarely was angry, but I refused to let some strange, wealthy man judge me for doing what I have to do to protect and provide for my son. I will always refuse to let anyone make me feel or look bad for working in the area of the job that I did. They didn't know me.
Mister Wealthy doesn't know me.
He had no right to judge me.
No one had a right to judge me.
No one.
"You are quitting, now!" Mister Wealthy demanded, squeezing my arm again.
"What?!" I tried to pull off of this crazy man.
Mister Wealthy said nothing else. He picked me up, causing me to scream out, and tossed me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
"Mark!" Mister Wealthy knew my boss? "Mark!"
Mark peaked through the curtain that separated part of the back rooms off. "Mister Adams." Mark smiled a very small smile towards Mister Wealthy, Mister Adams. "Do you need something?"
"Yes, Mark," Mister Adams said, glaring at my boss. "Anna is quitting. Send her final check to my home."
"No!" I yelled. "I'm not quitting! I can't!"
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Rockabye, Baby, Rockabye
Romance"The last pack that had a human Luna had been destroyed quicker than any pack I have ever seen," "Having a human as a mate is worse than having an Omega as a mate." "Even if she were changed, she would be the weakest, weaker than any Omega." The man...
