“No, I could see it in your eyes when you took the hit to the ribs. You weren’t thinking about what you were doing at all, which means you would’ve been thinking about chatroom chick since that seems to be the only other thing you do with your time.”
“I do more than just that.”
“You sit on the couch we share and jerk it.” Tyson crosses his arms over his broad chest, his dark gaze staring straight through me.
I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath, trying not to react.
Tyson may be my best friend, but there are times when I feel like I could lose my shit dealing with him. He seems to know all the right buttons to press. Every single time.
It makes him the perfect sparring partner, and a good person to talk to when I’m going through it.
But it makes him annoying as fuck when I just want to be left alone.
“Look, I have other things to do with my day, so if you’re done trying to make me punch you in the face, I have to go.” I go to step around him, but he steps into my path. “What now?”
“Take a night off from whatever the hell you’re doing and let’s go throw axes or something.”
I sigh. “The boss will kill you if you hurt yourself before a fight.”
Tyson scoffs. “He doesn’t give a shit about me. I might make him money in the fights, but it’s nothing compared to the amount you’re bringing in, and we both know it. So, if I want to go throw an ax at a wall, that’s what I’m going to do.”
“Then have at it. I have other things.”
“You know, I’d be interested in finding out what this Jade girl thinks about all the time you’re spending with your mystery woman.”
I stiffen and scrub a hand over my jaw. “Look, it’s complicated. You’ve said it a bunch of times. Jade is a woman on the other side of the internet. The woman I’m seeing is tangible.”
Tyson smirks like he’s finally getting the answers he wants out of me. “Good, so then you’re going to keep seeing the mystery woman?”
I shrug, hands tucking into my pockets. “I’m going to see who I’m going to see. Nothing is serious with either of them, and I don’t have any intention of it becoming that way. I don’t have time right now for anyone else in my life.”
“You’re not supposed to be a loner all the time either.”
I stare at him, trying to process what gave him the thought that I’m a loner.
Do I like spending time alone? Yes. Does that make me a loner? No.
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Look, it’s not like I’m lurking in the shadows and longing for human companionship. I have plentyof that. Now, I have to go meet this mystery woman as you like to call her, and then I’m going to go home.”
“At least put a towel down on the couch. I don’t want to get home and take a seat on cum couch later tonight.” Tyson calls after me as I brush past him and walk away.
Ignoring him, I head into the locker room and take a quick shower. The last thing I want to do is look like a mess when I go to see my little minx. She deserves better than me after a hard day of practice, soaked through with sweat, my entire body tense.
Fourth floor.Corner unit with an overabundance of windows.
She’s too visible from the streets, even with the sheers drawn. The silhouette of her curvy body moves with ease.
Already, I can imagine the way those little silk shorts she likes so much hug her round ass. Or the way the matching camisole rises up to show off her toned stomach. Soft and hard in all the right places. A body to die for, but one that could probably kill someone if needed.
She dances around like nobody’s watching, her long hair hanging down her back.
I wish the curtains were open. I’d be able to see the little minx so much better.
In time, she’s going to know that I’m here, but right now, I’m not ready for her. She’s not ready for me. Not yet. And I’m certainlynot who she needs in her life, but it’s only going to be a matter of time before I can’t hold myself back any longer.
She’s too perfect for this world. I need to make her mine. I need her to realize that we were made for each other the way that I know it.
I just haven’t figured out the way to make that happen yet.
