Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(26)

I mean, I almost lost it when they sang their four-part harmony to “Mercy” by Duffy. They wore sexy, small, shimmery dresses with the highest heels I had ever seen. But you couldn’t tell by the way they moved and danced. As they sang, and the men in the audience went bananas, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I could have sworn she was singing directly to me, but I could be wrong. Yeah, I know, big fucking ego, right?

When my fights came on Saturdays, I figured I’d be okay during the fights. Max would be far away from me in the bleachers, so I could concentrate. But yet again, fate had other ideas. She was in the waiting rooms with us. She walked out with us. She sat right behind me on the side of the ring, while I waited my turn to fight.

Before my fight, she would lean into me and say, “Good luck.”

I’d close my eyes for a second as I inhaled her scent. I held her gaze, unable to find my voice to talk to her. I swallowed nervously.

‘Wait, am I fucking nervous?’

I simply nodded my thanks.

Well, I did make sure that every weak-ass fighter I met in the cage I either knocked out or forced to submit. While the ref would do his thing, I would look for her in the crowd or by my bench and find her beautiful smile. Of course, I never showed any emotion back at her while I was in the cage, except when Alex would say to me, “You better not waste my fucking time with this asshole.”

I mean will he ever get over the Lawrence fight? Hell, it was like ten years or so ago. Damn.

So for three weeks, I’ve been struggling with this woman that I was clearly intrigued by. I didn’t want a relationship. I knew I was too fucked up. But I also couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was starting to feel frustrated. Just knowing who I was and the type of woman she was and my rising desire for her, I was losing my mind. Of course, Alex wasn’t helping at all. He knew I was frustrated and knew the reason for my frustration, but that didn’t stop him from rubbing it in. He would call her over by us while I was jumping rope or hitting the bag or even sparring. I was miserable, and he found it fucking funny. My frustration was overwhelming me to the point where I had to take it out on something or someone. As I said before, I tried hooking up with one of Alex’s friends. But she couldn’t keep up to satisfy me. So now, I’m sexually frustrated and royally pissed off.

Every time she walked past me, I could smell her perfume. It was some sweet fruit smell that drove me insane. It made me want to ravish her for hours. The smile she kept giving me was unmanning me. God, I want this woman!

On the fourth Saturday of my fighting career, I was being tempted by Max, irritated by Alex, and pushed by Max’s ex—Travis. While I had my headphones on back in the waiting room, I watched Travis and his crew come in the room with us. Sometimes fighters shared waiting rooms before the matches started, so I didn’t think anything of it. What heightened my awareness was the tense look in Max’s easy-going eyes. I had Jay-Z going in my Beats headphones waiting to be taped up, when I looked over at Max. She was trying to act normal while she was taping Phillip the Snake, one of Lou’s fighters, who sat next to me.

I watched a slight tremor in her hands, and I met her eyes. She gave me a weak smile, and that’s when I noticed Travis laughing and looking in her direction. Even Phil looked a little uncomfortable, which made me take my headphones off and start to hear “bitch” come from his twisted non-existent lips. I looked in his direction, and he smirked at me and snorted.

Did that son of a bitch just snort at me?

I stood and was about to make my way over there, when Alex got in my way. ‘Damn Alex.’

“Hey, asshole. He isn’t on the menu yet. Can you sit the fuck down and calm your shit? You have a fight in the next hour. Save your energy.”

I looked in Alex’s eyes.

“You really think I need energy for the clown I’m about to fight?”

“You know what the fuck I mean… Sit down. There’s a time and place for everything, and now isn’t the time.”

“Yeah, when is that time Alex?” I asked him.

Knowing I was getting impatient and frustrated, he nodded his head.

“Soon,” was all he said to me.

I only sat down when Max leaned into me and said softly, “I’m fine.”

I looked in her eyes, and I knew she was lying. But I sat down anyway. Alex was right. There’s a time and place for everything, and I can wait for my time to wipe my ass with his face.

I let Travis continue to act an ass, but I watched Max closely for any signs she was getting fed up. When it was time to head out, I watched her walk toward the bleachers with the spectators. I felt the first hint of anger come back when I saw Travis look over at her. She passed him but didn’t look in his direction. I noticed he called after her, but she kept walking. The problem started again when he walked up to her and grabbed her arm.