a good girl.”
I roll my eyes. There’s that fucking word again.
Seth’s voice darkens at my eye rolling. “Do you know what happens to naive, good girls that pass out in clubs?”
“Maybe you have the wrong idea about me...maybe I’m not as good as you want me to be.”
He tosses his wraps the floor, his eyes flaring. “I don’t want you to be good. I want you to be bad so I can do all the things I’ve wanted to do to you since I saw you and not feel fucking guilty about it.”
“I was bad, remember? You still rejected me.”
He grabs my waist, pulling me into him. I press my gloves against this chest and try to back away, but his grip is tight. My face is calm, but inside my body is going haywire.
“No, you were trying to be bad, but you’re not.” His hand travels up my side and caresses my cheek. A glimmer of sorrow fills his eyes and I frown. “I was determined to have you, but then I ran into you at the steakhouse and I couldn’t do it. You were sitting there all nervous and uncomfortable with your cute book and—” He exhales, removing his hand from my cheek and running his hands over his face. “Besides, I’m still not one hundred percent sure you even wanted me that night or if you were trying to get back at your ex.”
His quiet, vulnerable words stole the air from my lungs. Yes, I was trying to prove a point that night, but not to Blade—to myself. I wanted to see if I was capable of being fun and spontaneous. I almost succeeded until Seth decided to develop morals.
“I did want you.” My voice is barely audible—almost breathless, but he hears it loud and clear. Seth’s hand caresses my hip bone and I close my eyes. I do want you. The words fall silently to the back of my mind. A warm feeling floods me, almost filling me completely as a need throbs between my legs. I hang my head. What the hell am I doing? I should be shielding myself from this beautiful man because if I let him in, he will hurt me...but why does it feel so good, so comforting? His calloused hand grazes across my neck and then along my jaw. I let out a slow exhale as he tilts my head upward and I open my eyes.
“Why you do this to me?” I demand.
“What?”
“Touch me and act like you give a shit?”
He frowns and his tongue abruptly glides across his bottom lip. I realize he has no idea why he’s always on my heel. My gaze flickers over his face, waiting for him to answer me, but he never does.
“Isn’t this a strange turn of events.” My dad’s voice rings through the room and I immediately jump away from Seth. Any feeling of desire dissipates as his sudden entrance shakes some sense back into me. I’m annoyed at myself. Why am I so Goddamn weak? I can feel Seth watching me, feeling no embarrassment that my dad is here.
“My daughter with a fighter? Who would have guessed?” Dad’s smiling, of course. A promising fighter is probably the only guy he’ll approve of.
“I’m not with him.” I state proudly. “He just doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”
The same cocky smile I witnessed when I first saw Seth spreads over his lips and I feel my cheeks heat up. “Dinner is at seven, I’ll pick you up.” Is his only retort.
I open my mouth to decline, but Dad chimes in for me. “That sounds great. Let me know how it goes.” He turns his attention to Seth. “Darryl is kicking my ass. We need to resume training.”
Seth nods and I floor it from the training room, pissed. When all of his people are back in the room and the door is shut, Selena launches herself at me, gushing like an idiot.
“Oh my God!” She squeals into my shoulder. She pulls back and watches me eagerly. “He is a fucking animal!”
“Tell me about it.” I can’t seem to straighten out the crease in my forehead and Selena notices my frustration.
“What’s wrong? Are you mad because I accidently told your dad about the roofie thing?”
“That’s part of it.”
“O, I’m sorry, jeez. Relax a
I roll my eyes. There’s that fucking word again.
Seth’s voice darkens at my eye rolling. “Do you know what happens to naive, good girls that pass out in clubs?”
“Maybe you have the wrong idea about me...maybe I’m not as good as you want me to be.”
He tosses his wraps the floor, his eyes flaring. “I don’t want you to be good. I want you to be bad so I can do all the things I’ve wanted to do to you since I saw you and not feel fucking guilty about it.”
“I was bad, remember? You still rejected me.”
He grabs my waist, pulling me into him. I press my gloves against this chest and try to back away, but his grip is tight. My face is calm, but inside my body is going haywire.
“No, you were trying to be bad, but you’re not.” His hand travels up my side and caresses my cheek. A glimmer of sorrow fills his eyes and I frown. “I was determined to have you, but then I ran into you at the steakhouse and I couldn’t do it. You were sitting there all nervous and uncomfortable with your cute book and—” He exhales, removing his hand from my cheek and running his hands over his face. “Besides, I’m still not one hundred percent sure you even wanted me that night or if you were trying to get back at your ex.”
His quiet, vulnerable words stole the air from my lungs. Yes, I was trying to prove a point that night, but not to Blade—to myself. I wanted to see if I was capable of being fun and spontaneous. I almost succeeded until Seth decided to develop morals.
“I did want you.” My voice is barely audible—almost breathless, but he hears it loud and clear. Seth’s hand caresses my hip bone and I close my eyes. I do want you. The words fall silently to the back of my mind. A warm feeling floods me, almost filling me completely as a need throbs between my legs. I hang my head. What the hell am I doing? I should be shielding myself from this beautiful man because if I let him in, he will hurt me...but why does it feel so good, so comforting? His calloused hand grazes across my neck and then along my jaw. I let out a slow exhale as he tilts my head upward and I open my eyes.
“Why you do this to me?” I demand.
“What?”
“Touch me and act like you give a shit?”
He frowns and his tongue abruptly glides across his bottom lip. I realize he has no idea why he’s always on my heel. My gaze flickers over his face, waiting for him to answer me, but he never does.
“Isn’t this a strange turn of events.” My dad’s voice rings through the room and I immediately jump away from Seth. Any feeling of desire dissipates as his sudden entrance shakes some sense back into me. I’m annoyed at myself. Why am I so Goddamn weak? I can feel Seth watching me, feeling no embarrassment that my dad is here.
“My daughter with a fighter? Who would have guessed?” Dad’s smiling, of course. A promising fighter is probably the only guy he’ll approve of.
“I’m not with him.” I state proudly. “He just doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”
The same cocky smile I witnessed when I first saw Seth spreads over his lips and I feel my cheeks heat up. “Dinner is at seven, I’ll pick you up.” Is his only retort.
I open my mouth to decline, but Dad chimes in for me. “That sounds great. Let me know how it goes.” He turns his attention to Seth. “Darryl is kicking my ass. We need to resume training.”
Seth nods and I floor it from the training room, pissed. When all of his people are back in the room and the door is shut, Selena launches herself at me, gushing like an idiot.
“Oh my God!” She squeals into my shoulder. She pulls back and watches me eagerly. “He is a fucking animal!”
“Tell me about it.” I can’t seem to straighten out the crease in my forehead and Selena notices my frustration.
“What’s wrong? Are you mad because I accidently told your dad about the roofie thing?”
“That’s part of it.”
“O, I’m sorry, jeez. Relax a
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