He leans in closer to me, getting near my face.
And I listen as Oliver Ashford repeats a line from one of my CamboyChaos livestreamed videos, whispering in my ear.
“Feel free to ask me anything, chat. Oh, you want to know my biggest sexual regret? Hmm… I regret that I never fucked the shit out of my hockey rival. God, I would hate-fuck that guy ‘til he screamed my name, but I never got the chance?—”
He knows.
Oliver knows about my private account.
I don’t know how, or if he’s told anybody else.
And the last remaining control inside me snaps.
I see red. Before he can finish talking, I feel my bodygoing into overdrive, and my brain switches into fight-or-flight mode.
And I always choose to fight.
I close the gap between us quickly and my fist connects with the side of his jaw, but he moves fast, too, almost like he was expecting me to lose control.
The punch only grazes him. He dips to one side and I end up stumbling to one side, my ass hitting the ground.
I land on the hardwood floor and the side of my hipbone radiates with pain. A few people around us gasp, noticing that a fight broke out.
Oliver ignores them.
He crouches down next to me, watching me, lifting his eyebrows like he’s trying to prove a point.
My whole field of vision is filled with him.
And again I stare at the open front of his shirt as he speaks.
“We don’t have to do it like this,” he says. “I just want to talk. I want… I want to make a deal.”
The fuck?
For a moment his body relaxes.
And I act on instinct.
I take the opportunity to strike again. I move fast and manage to grip his arms and push him backward onto the ground. I use the surprise to my advantage and get my body on top of his, pinning him with each of my limbs before he can fight back.
He might be strong now, but I have a lot more experience fighting.
He can’t win.
I hold his arms on the ground and straddle him, looking him dead in the eyes.
This is a mistake, Niko.
Overkill.
Already fucking up like I always do, and I just got here.
But I don’t stop. The pain that radiates in my ass and my knuckles is well worth the look I see in Oliver’s eyes when he realizes he still doesn’t have the upper hand on me.
More and more people turn to look.
Oliver tries to struggle, but I pin him there, one leg on each side of his hips and both of my hands on his wrists.
