AllFreeNovel
Share Us
As we parted, I found my underwear and slipped them back on. Someone could come in at any moment. I had never done something like this before. I didn’t want to get caught now, but hell if it didn’t feel good.
I wrangled my body back into the little black dress that had gotten me into this situation. Naomi had been right—it was a total winner. Dillon threw on a t-shirt and his shorts and picked up his bag, but something fell onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up as I was putting my heels back on. It was a business card for another gym with a handwritten number on the back.
“What’s this? I thought you only fought here?” I had to admit I didn’t really know much about the fighting world. Maybe he fought at a bunch of different gyms.
He snatched it out of my hands. “That’s none of your concern.”
“What does that mean? Why are you being weird? If we’re doing something here, I need to know what you’re involved with.”
He shook his head at me. “You know nothing about what I’m involved in.”
I put my hand on his shoulder, “Then tell me. I want to get to know you, not just sleep with you.” It was true. I wanted everything Dillon had to offer, good and bad.
He crumpled up the card in his hands. “You want to know what this is all about? Underground fighting. No rules, huge rewards. This guy wants me to fight this weekend and make ten thousand dollars.”
I remembered Josh saying something about underground fighting and how it was super dangerous. “So will your manager be there? Or is this something unrelated?”
“No, he won’t be there.”
“Does he know you will be?”
He didn’t look happy having to answer my questions. Figured he probably didn’t answer to anyone.
“I haven’t made that decision yet. I’ve a lot of other shit going on that you don’t know about.”
I put my hands on my hips, taking a confident stance. “Like what?”
I could see the thoughts swirling around in his mind as mixed emotions crossed his features, but he didn’t respond right away.
“You know what? I think this was a mistake. I’m used to being on my own, and better that way. You’re better off without me anyway.” He looked at me with disdain.
I had just had mind blowing hot sex with him not five minutes ago and he was brushing me off? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What the hell does that mean?”
He gave me a steely glare. “It means that you should just go. And forget about tonight, just forget about me. I can make my own decisions, I don’t need someone else to dictate my life.”
I protested, “If that’s what you think I’m doing…”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing. And I don’t need it.” He opened the metal door and extended his hand for me to go through it. Long gone was the mysterious fighter from the pizza shop, and in his place was a much more demanding, self-preserving man. He looked directly at me as I walked past him, completely unaffected by how he had hurt me. He didn’t care, that was clear. I would have to learn how to not care either.
TEN
DILLON
“Is this Georgie?”
I heard the man’s greasy, car salesman voice on the other end of the line. “Dillon, I’m so glad you reached out. I’m guessing we can expect you on Saturday then?”
“I’ll be there. Alone. No one at my gym can know.”
“Of course, of course! We’re all about the ultimate discretion around here. So you won’t be bringing anyone with you, then?”
“No. Just me.”
“Wonderful, we’ll see you around six. The fight’s at seven, purse remains the same. Best of luck to you.”
He hung up before I could even get in a thank you. My mom had taught me manners, even for creeps like Georgie. I’d given her the money from the last two fights. It had been enough for a down payment on a new car and she was happy as could be. But eight grand? That could change my life. Get me out of the crap apartment had been staying in for a little over a year. Or at least some nicer furniture. I could stay at a place that a girl like Berkley belonged in. Shit, Berkley. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since Thursday night. Fucking her was the best sex I had ever had. Why did she have to find my card? Why couldn’t she just leave it the hell alone? Nosy girls couldn’t stick around. They find out too much. I looked over at my bag. The item that I’d been hiding in my locker I’d moved back to my apartment, but I kept it locked up in the safety of my gym bag. Away from prying eyes, and away from me. I was my own worst enemy.
I couldn’t let a girl like Berkley get in my head. I was glad I’d called things off with her. As much as I wanted to screw the living daylights out of her every chance I got, I couldn’t be with her. Girls like that don’t stick around for guys like me. I’d seen it a million times at the gym. I wasn’t going to let a girl get in between me and my dreams. No matter how hot she was. No matter how much she could be good for me. It didn’t matter now anyway, because I’d never see her again.
