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He disregards what took place, and my shoulders relax. “Of course.”
“Good. Don’t bring the girl.” He tilts his head in Tia’s direction, and I nod, unable to look toward her right now.
Stone jumps out of the ring, grabs his bag from the floor, and walks out the door without so much as a shirt on.
As soon as the door closes behind him, I spin and face Lucas, and his eyes drill into me with such intensity my mouth goes dry.
He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, the top button of his shirt is open, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
“Get a good show?” I spit out, annoyed with myself for letting my jealousy affect my behavior. I allowed my emotions to spill over into my work, and I hate that.
Lucas takes a while to respond, calculating his response, but when he does, I wish he wouldn’t have bothered. “Impressive.”
My spine snaps straight.
He’s into him?
A pain stabs into my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe, so instead of acknowledging his words and the effects they have on me, I shake my head, push through the ropes of the ring, and storm toward the changing rooms, slamming the door behind me.
“Motherfucker!” I roar as I crash my fist into the metal locker, leaving behind a dent that doesn’t give me any consolation as to how wound up and furious I feel inside.
I’m riddled with anger, jealousy, and frustration.
But worst of all, I’m riddled with fear of losing them both when I never really had him at all.
Lucas
I sigh, rolling my eyes, as Cole stomps toward the changing rooms like a petulant child.
“What happened?” Tia asks as she closes her book and heads toward me.
“He got jealous.” I reach out, and she allows me to pull her by her waist into my chest.
Her eyebrows rise. “Jealous?”
I can’t help the laugh that spills from my mouth. “Yes, Tia. Jealous.”
Her bright-blue eyes widen. “Why?”
“Because you were practically eye-fucking, Stone.” I lift my eyebrow at her.
“I was not!” She steps away, disconnecting herself from me, and I clamp my teeth together.
“I was trying to make out the tattoo on Stone’s arm. It looked like it has something else beneath it.”
“He has a lot of scars.”
She shakes her head. “No. It looks like another tattoo. I was trying to figure it out.”
“Not your business to figure out.” My tone is monotone as always.
“I’m going to go speak with him.” She spins away from me, and her tight ass sways in her jean shorts. My gaze travels down her sleek legs, then back up again, drinking in every inch of her edible body. I waste no time in following her, and the door barely shuts before I push through.
Cole has his head resting against the locker with his hands braced on either side, his chest heaving, and I want to roll my eyes at his exaggeration.
“You’re being pathetic,” I spit out.
His spine straightens, and his shoulders lock tight, and I know Tia is glaring at my lack of consideration. I can feel the disgust rolling off her.
