“Luke, man. What the hell was that?” A breathless Lenny blurted out as he raced behind me.
“I’m leaving.”
“Leaving? What the hell? How could you—”
“Look, Len, I don’t wanna hear shit right now. I’m getting the fuck outta here.” I looked around the room for my belongings, in particular the keys to my Maserati. I began undoing the Velcro from my fighting gloves, throwing them off. I clawed at the tape with my teeth, spitting it out onto the floor.
“We have to—”
“I don’t have to do shit but find that brunette with the legs from earlier.”
“Luke—”
“Not another word, Len. I’m fucking serious,” I growled, pointing directly at him before snatching my keys, wallet, and clothes from the chair where I’d left them earlier.
In three long strides I was back across the room, yanking the door open and low and behold, the woman from earlier stood at the door, arm raised as if she was about to knock.
“Am I interrupting?”
I looked back at Lenny before turning back to her. “You’re right on time, legs. Let’s go,” I answered, wrapping my arm around her neck. I proceeded out the back of the arena, uncaring about the after-fight interviews that were expected, the reporter with his dumbass questions, or the L I just took.
Chapter 2
Lean Into It
Luke
“What the fuck?” I groaned at my ringing phone as I lifted my head from my pillow. Damn near knocking the phone to the floor, I caught it in time before it hit the ground and flip it over to see who had the nerve to call at this ungodly hour.
PITA. The phone read.
“Aw, fuck no,” I grumbled, hitting the ignore call button and tossing the phone back onto the wooden nightstand at the side of my bed.
“Mmm,” a feminine voice murmured to my right. I winced, nearly forgetting Legs from the night before.
“Shit,” I grunted, pushing out from underneath the heavy comforter and rising from the bed to stand, stretching.
“Wow, he did a number on you last night,” the woman said as she stared up at my body from the bed, eyeing me seductively.
I looked down at my body and noticed the bruises around my ribs and abdomen, visible even with all the tattoos that covered those areas. Compared to other fights I’d been in, this was nothing, but I didn’t need to explain that to Legs. Especially since she had a one-way ticket out of my fucking house, departure time within the next five minutes.
“Yeah, whatever. Look, it’s time for you to high tail it outta here.”
Her forehead wrinkled in confusion as she sat up in the bed, resting her arms on the tops of her knees. She allowed the bedsheet to slide off the top of her body, exposing her very round, perky, and fake tits.
“Leave?” she purred, now fully moving from underneath the bed linens, crawling across my spacious bed to my side. “I thought I could stay for a little while and we could hang out. I’m sure there’s something we could do… a little trouble we could get into together.” She lifted up onto her knees, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I’ll admit she did make a pretty picture and she sucked cock like she was trying to suck blood from a fucking stone, but I rarely ever double dipped. Broads get too attached.
I took her wrists in both of my hands, unlocking them from around my neck, taking a step back. “Is that what you thought?”
She nodded, hopefully.
All hope was extinguished when I shook my head, dropping her hands from mine.
“That’s not gonna work out, Legs. I’ve got shit to do. It’s time for you to leave.”
Her face immediately morphed into a pissed off expression. “So, you’re just kicking me out?”
