Brett
Fucking bloody hell.
What the hell is she doing here? I mean seriously, what the hell… I thought she was away from me and my life. Shit, I thought she was somewhere in California trying to be an actress or something.
Fuck, she is certainly pretty enough still to be an actress. Even after all of these years she is the hottest woman I have ever seen. Not just hot, she still looks like she is built to fuck. Blonde and short, she looks like Hollywood’s idea of prom queen.
God dammit! What the fuck is she doing here?
I don’t understand this at all, and I really don’t like the chatter around the table about her.
“You seen the ass on that fucking blonde? Damn boys, that’s mine tonight!” Niklaus says to the table as Mandy disappears to get our drinks.
“How the fuck are you going to call dibs on her? Acting like you’re the only one who has a shot of hitting that,” Greg bitches to Niklaus.
Yeah, that’s not going to happen on either of their accounts. They don’t need to be fucked over by that girl any more than I deserved it.
I look over to Max and subtly get his attention, I need his backing on this one. When he notices me, I tilt my head just a tad to the right, in the direction where Mandy left us. With what I am about to say he will understand, I hope.
“Nah boys, that one is off limits. She had the clap last I knew,” I say with a laugh. “Use to know that chick in high school. It’s damaged goods right there and I say stay away.”
“That sucks…” Max growls out in his deep bass voice. “She’s that one you were telling me about a while back?”
Nodding my head, I look to Greg and Niklaus. “Stay away, boys, if you want to keep a healthy body for your matches coming up.”
And that’s all I have to say. It’s a way of letting them know she is not worth the chance of screwing up their fighting careers.
Max gives me the hairy eyeball though when the guys start talking about the fight we just saw on the TV back at my house. He may not be a big talker but he gets his point across. I am going to have to give him the real story. The way he was looking at Mandy makes me think he knows I am completely full of shit.
Fuck. If he only knew.
Mandy still has the same exact smile plastered on her face when she brings out our appetizers and meals as she did when she first saw me. Yeah, she knows who I am. That kinda gets me though, because I really do think I have changed from that scrawny, geeky shit to what I am now. Even I can’t believe just how fucking much better I look. But sixty pounds is a lot of muscle and six years of fighting have changed me completely.
Setting our meals out, she smiles and asks, “Anything else I can get for you, sir?”
“Nah, I’m good now.”
Now and then, I’m good.
Losing my parents two weeks after she destroyed my whole being made a man out of me. So yeah, I’m good.
I wink at her and her smile falters for the briefest of seconds before she turns sharply away from me. The guys around me start laughing and smirking. I’m sure they are taking it in a completely different way. Bloody fucking hell.
The food is a complete fucking waste of time and tastebuds for me. It tastes like fucking ashes, and my stomach feels like it’s been punched and I wasn’t ready for it. Kinda like I have this knot of fucking anger boiling right there.
DeeDee interrupts my dragging thoughts as I push my plate away. She has a small slip of paper with her name and number on it. Her name is followed by exclamation marks with little fucking heart symbols drawn for the dots.
You have to be fucking kidding me. Jesus.
I smile and wrap my arm around her waist before she gets too far away and pull her into my lap.
She squeals loudly, “Hey!”
“So what time do you get off, baby?” I ask.
Yeah, I have no fucking cares. But the guys around me would know something’s up if I didn’t go after this one.
Leaning back into my arms, she feels kind of cuddly but completely wrong.