The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(8)

"I don't know, it just seems too out of the realm of reality for me, I   mean look at him." We all turned to look at him and his friends, as they   seemed to be having some kind of powwow down the other end of the   hallway. "If he's who they say he is, he can have anyone he wants, so   why me?"

"Would you stop? How many times do we have to tell you, you're gorgeous?   Why wouldn't he fall for you? And trust me, the way he's been looking   at you all night, he's got it bad girlfriend." Cassie isn't as   discerning as Mel, but she's no flake either.         

     



 

"I don't know guys … " I couldn't fool myself that I wasn't interested,   but I wasn't sure. I didn't sense the same danger as with Carl, but he   posed a whole other kind of danger for me. This one, I could lose my   head over in a hurry, but then what? I'm nowhere near equipped to deal   with someone of his caliber.

"Look, you can't compare him to that crazy asshole, it's like apples and   oranges, look." Cris showed me her phone where she'd downloaded the   information on Wyatt, and there he was in Technicolor.

There were thousands of pictures of him and everything you'd ever want   to know about his fighting career. Even with a black eye and a busted   lip he was hot, and that grin, it hit me in the gut even through the   filter of the screen.

Everything in me wanted to say to hell with it and jump in with both   feet, but after the last few months there was still that niggling doubt   in the back of my mind. "And look here, here's his last interview."

I speed read the screen at his words and felt myself melting even   harder. "Aww, he loves his mom. But what if it's all, just for show?   What if beneath all that he's as ugly as Carl?" I didn't believe it for a   second but it needed to be said.

"Look, every guy you meet from now on you're gonna ask yourself that   question. The choice is yours, you gonna give this guy a chance, or are   you going to let the actions of one asshole cloud your judgment on what   could be your future? From what I've seen so far he seems like a good   bet." After Cris put in her two cents Melissa turned me to face her.

"We're not telling you to marry the guy or to jump into bed with him,   just give him a chance. We want you to be happy and my gut tells me he'd   make you very happy. But forget all that, how do you feel about him?"

"Don't ask me that, I don't have the best judgment when it comes to men   as I have proven." That nasty feeling in my gut whenever I thought of   Carl was back. I guess I had been stupid in thinking I could make it go   away on my own. I thought the phone calls and the annoying persistence   would fade eventually, but tonight had proven that I'd just been  fooling  myself.

"Fine, take your time but don't just blow him off okay." Melissa squeezed my hand in sympathy.

"Shit if she don't want him I'll take him."

"Shut up Cris."

"Oh-ho a little territorial are we?" I knew she was just trying to get   my goat but the thought of her or anyone else having him didn't sit well   with me. I guess that should tell me something, but as much as I  wanted  to just give in it was hard.

I hadn't always been like this; I was once like every average twenty   something. Outgoing without a care in the world. With my future mapped   out in front of me and things going as well as they could, I didn't   think that the horror stories you read about in the paper or see on the   evening news could ever be part of my existence. Little did I know!

Carl, like I'd told Wyatt was just someone I'd met by chance one day.   He'd seemed harmless enough, never pushy, never even a hint of interest   in anything other than a casual friendship. Until he made a move and I   knocked him back as gently as I could, then all hell broke loose.

I'd been too ashamed and embarrassed at first to say anything to anyone.   What if they, like him, believed that I'd led him on? What if they saw   what he saw and believed that I'd used my whore's body to entice him,   only to rebuff him in the end?

I'd convinced myself that I had the situation under control, even after   he'd pushed me around that one time, using his much larger frame to   overpower me. It had seemed like he'd gone away after I'd threatened to   call the cops, so I'd thought it was all over, just a lesson learned  and  never to be repeated; and now this.

Tonight though had been a little too close for comfort. If Wyatt hadn't   been there I don't know what I would've done and just the thought of it   left me cold. I looked over to where he stood and tried to imagine a   life with someone like him, what would that be like?

He's so perfectly handsome, so sure of himself and confident in a way I   never could be. And he did seem genuinely interested. But how could I   trust that? How could I accept that someone like him could ever love   someone like me? And for me that's what it would have to be. I'm an all   or nothing girl, always have been. But a guy who looks like that, no  way  I can hold his interest.

It's not like I'm a complete dog, but I know that he could have anyone   else if he wanted. In some of those pictures on the net he'd been   coupled with starlets and supermodel types, so again, why me?

The others were still trying to convince me, and I have to admit, they   made it sound so simple. Just close my eyes and jump right in. The   thought made my heart race with excitement and my skin tingled in all   the places he'd touched. What would it be like to have all that fire in   his eyes directed at me, only me?



Wyatt

         

     



 

I couldn't hear what was going on over there but from the looks of it-it   was pretty serious. Now she was giving me a look that I read all too   easily from across the room. I could see the indecision coming off her   in waves but was no longer worried about it. My mind was set, that, all   that; was going to be mine. I'll just have to work real hard at   convincing her while taking care of this shit.

"I'm not leaving her here alone, I don't trust that guy. Jace I need you   to do a complete run on this skel." I'm not sure if she knew that Jace   was a detective with the Salem police. I don't recall it coming up in   conversation earlier but whatever. If I was going to be here and I'm   fucked if I ain't then I'm taking over the situation. How can I not?

"Already on it brother. So we're hanging here for the rest of the   night?" I knew he would say that, that they would all take that stand.   Not because they didn't think I could handle things on my own, but   because they always have my back. "You guys don't have to stay." I knew   that was blowing into the wind too but thought I at least had to say  it.  They all had lives after all.

The girls finally made their way back to us and mine was back to being   shy and sweet. "Okay ladies you can go on in after I look around and   make sure there're no unwanted guests. Give me your keys." Her girl Cris   got this dreamy look on her face before bumping her with her shoulder.   What was that about?

She hesitated a little before opening her purse and passing me her key   ring. "How can you find anything in there?" Like a typical female she   had half her condo in her purse. What if someone was following her and   she had to get to her keys? She'd be dead in ten seconds flat fucking   around in that sack.

I heard the cell door clang shut and lock behind my ass when I started   thinking of my dad and the way he protects my mom, always getting after   her about shit like that. Later I'll have to tell her about making sure   she cleaned her purse out so that she could get to her keys and the   pepper spray I was going to buy her.

I opened the door and hit the light switch on the wall, all the while   chronicling all the things I was going to have to teach her to keep her   safe. Like keeping a nightlight on when she planned on returning home   after dark. The place was neat and cute with lots of color and not a   thing out of place. Kind of like her.

I gave the rooms a complete walkthrough, checking under the beds and in   closets and any place that looked like it could hide a body. I picked  up  the wisp of silk she'd thrown over a chair in her bedroom and lifted  it  to my nose. Her scent went through me like a knife and headed  straight  for my cock.

My eyes went to the bed and I tried to imagine us rolling around there.   I'd break that shit if I did half the things I wanted to do to her on   it. No, better save that shit for home; my bed can withstand that shit.   Everything looked fine so I went back to her.