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After training all day, my feet ached, and I was dead tired. Avery, though, had dragged me to the casino bar again. She enjoyed the free drinks employees received once they were off the clock.
We had found a table in the back of the bar, and I was still reeling from the way Spencer Chase had looked at me. The way he acted like he was conflicted just being near me had me so driven to find out who he really was. Underneath that stoicexpression and hard exterior, there had to be something that made Chase who he was. I needed to know who this guy was and why he felt like he was above me… or why he might want to be under me.
“What are you doing?” Avery asked, with wide eyes.
“I’m going to google that ass-hat Spencer Chase and find out who he really is,” I grunted, as I typed his name into the phone.
Laughing, Avery threw her head back, and her blond locks bounced around her shoulders. “You’re so crazy,” she joked. “For someone who lives in privacy, you’re being very nosy and intrusive,” she said, eyeing me.
I refused to meet her gaze. I knew she was right, but something in my gut told me to cyberstalk this guy. As I waited for the search engine to load the information, I looked around at the loud and booming room. Everyone seemed to be having such an amazing time. Smiles lit their faces as laughter and music blended together to make the perfect harmony. I sighed, as I took it all in.
Finally, article after article appeared on the phone, each showcasing the epic Spencer Chase. Noticing my astonished expression, Avery leapt out of her chair and ran to my side of the table. She just couldn’t sit back and watch; she had to get in on the juicy gossip too.
“What does it say?” she asked, as she pulled on my arm. I lowered the phone so she could take a look, too.
“Apparently, he began fighting at eighteen. Every article here says he was a nobody, just a kid who appeared in the MMA fighting world and took it by storm.”
Clicking on the next link, I saw images of a stern-faced Chase as he stood with his opponent. Another image showed him kicking another guy in the face. The steel shot showed the pain across the other man’s face as Chase’s leg made contact. Icringed, as I thought about how painful that must have been—for both men involved.
Scrolling down the page, I saw several photos of Spencer Chase, another stern and bored look across his face, as several scantily clad women clawed around him. A tinge of jealousy and anger washed through me as I looked at the women with their hands and breasts draped across Chase’s body. The articles each read how he was seen out and about in big cities with a different woman each night. He had been linked to every girl from models to small television actresses and even a female MMA fighter. Regardless of the author of each article, the same information was poured onto the pages. Spencer Chase didn’t settle down. Spencer Chase liked women. Lots of women.
He wasn’t mine. I didn’t even know him. Why did this bother me?
My fingers quickly moved the page up. I had seen enough to get to the point; Chase was a womanizer. He was used to beautiful and sexy women surrounding him.
Another article read that after a devastating leg break, Spencer Chase had retired from the fighting world and never returned. His whereabouts were unknown and just as he entered the MMA world quietly, his departure was much the same.
“Wow, he was like a celebrity in the fighting world,” Avery breathed, as she went back to her own chair. She nursed her beer as I handed back her phone.
“Yeah, looks like it,” I agreed, as I took a larger gulp of my drink.
Shaking my head, I tried to forget the words and images I had just read. Spencer Chase shouldn’t be on my mind. Unfortunately, I couldn’t forget his face.
CHAPTER 7
It felt weird being so close to my dream. I had been in an unusually good mood lately, and I wanted to keep it up.
“Are you seriously asking me to have a girl’s night out?” Avery asked, in a blissful tone.
“Why not?” I asked, as I shrugged my shoulders. “We’re in Vegas, so we might as well have one night of fun before we start school and work full-time,” I finished.
“This is wonderful!” Avery exclaimed. “Let’s get ready.”
After spending an hour fixing our hair and makeup, Avery and I walked with our heads held high down to the casino nightclub. With a tight black dress that barely covered my bottom and heels, I felt good about myself. I wasn’t one to think highly of my looks, but Avery had done her magic on me, and if only for one night, I needed to feel beautiful.
Stepping into the darkened club, my eyes traveled to the center of the room where a large silver disco ball hung overa massive dance floor. Mirrored walls lined the space, and I saw people dancing together, their sweaty bodies gyrating to the rhythm of the upbeat techno music. Women wearing nude leotards danced in cages propped up around the room. Large men stood guard, daring anyone to get close to the exotic dancers. I was sure my mouth was hanging down to the ground, and as Avery grabbed my hand and pulled me further into the club, I felt a high of exhilaration hit me. Tonight would be great.
Avery and I made our way through the packed dancers and jumped around as we sang loudly to an 80s pop song on auto-tune. I had a great time as I let all my worries and fears escape through each move of my legs and hips. I was young and vibrant, and I would be that girl tonight.
Pulling me close to her, Avery yelled over the music. “I see two hot guys over there,” she said, as she pointed to two guys walking over to us. They danced around us at first, and then as we smiled and flirted around them, they found their bravery and danced along with us.
“Hey, I’m Landon.” A guy smiled, as he wrapped one arm around my waist.
Placing my hand on his chest, I smiled back as my body moved with his. “Hi, I’m Lizzie,” I yelled over the music.
Avery danced with the other guy, and I loved the feel of Landon’s arm around my waist. I hadn’t felt touched by a male in a very, very long time, and I felt my body shaking from the degree of heat it caused in me. I didn’t know Landon, but that didn’t matter. Tonight, I would just enjoy his touch.
As the song ended, another began that had more sexually explicit lyrics, and Landon moved in closer to me, so close in fact, I felt his hard length rub against my leg.
