She finally looks up, and she meets my eyes. I know what’s coming now. At first, she’s going to break eye-contact because she’s nervous, because she’s looking at me.
Motherfucking Pierce Fletcher.
And she’s going to think to herself: Oh my God I just made eye-contact with motherfucking Pierce Fletcher!
But then she’s going to realize that I’m looking back at her, and she’s going to realize she has my attention.
What can I say? I’ll be the best lay she ever has, and she’ll know it then and there.
She’s going to look back up at my eyes, and she’s going to smile, do something cute with her hair, shoot me the look, and then I’m going to take her home with me tonight, and I’m going to screw her fucking brains out, make her scream my name over and over again. I’m going to make her claw my back, her throat go hoarse begging for more. And then when I leave, she’ll send me text messages that I won’t reply to.
I never do the same chick twice, even if she’s smokin’. What can I say? It just gets boring. I’ve got more than enough experience to know that.
So I wait. The fight will wait for me. I’m the star of the show, the biggest name, the sole reason there are five-hundred people in this place.
I wait.
She looks up.
She looks into my eyes.
Her stare is utterly blank.
I keep looking at her, and she starts to get visibly irritated.
“What?” she says, shaking her head, now awkward and embarrassed. It’s cute. Her voice is lost in the rising murmuring.
I smirk.
I really like this girl. I don’t know why, but I’ve learned to trust my body, my instincts, my cock. Everything is telling me to go after her, and by the end of the night, I’ll have her. She’ll be mine.
It’s time for a little flourish. I make a fist with my right hand, and bring it up to my mouth and kiss it. Then, slowly, milking the moment while the whole crowd is watching expectantly, I extend my lean, muscular arm outward, and point at her with two fingers, knuckles-up.
She fiddles with her cardigan. The crowd erupts into ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’.
I turn around, and I step into the cage.
Chapter Seven
“What the hell was that about?” I ask nobody in particular, blinking a few times.
Rose and her boyfriend look at me, grinning. “He’s claimed you.”
I shake my head. “Claimed me?”
“I don’t know,” she says, biting her lip. “He’s never done that before. He’s definitely interested in you.”
“You’ve watched him before?”
“Yeah, heaps,” Jason says. “His fights are always a good show.”
I laugh, incredulous. “Don’t I get a say in any of this? How can he just claim me? What does that even mean?”
“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you don’t think he’s hot stuff.”
“Hey,” her boyfriend says, but Rose ignores him.
“He’s alright,” I lie.
“You’re lying,” Rose says. “I always know when people are lying.”
“That’s one of those things people say,” I tell her, “That’s not true and really annoying.”
“Fine, I know when you’re lying. Besides, you’re blushing.”
“I am not!” I say, but I know it’s pointless to check. She’s right. I realize then that my ears are burning too. I look around at all the people who came to watch fight night, and their eyes are all on me.
Some girl is shooting me a death stare. Another winks at me, and blows a kiss.
What the hell is this?
“Babe, if Pierce wants you, he’s gonna—”
“Going to what?” I say, cutting her off. “Going to ask me out on a date?”
She snorts. “Please.”
“It’s not like anything can happen, anyway.”
“Why?” Jason interjects. “You on your period?”
I glare at him.
“Oh relax,” she says, slapping my knee.
“Nothing can happen because his mother is dating my father.”
The small group of people around us all fall silent, and Rose bursts out laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“You really think that’s going to stop him?”
I scrunch up my face in disbelief. “It’s going to stop me. And,” I say, realizing that I need to recover. “It’s not like I’m interested, anyway.”
“Yeah. Right.”
“Just shut up.”
“This is going to be interesting,” Rose says with an ultra-annoying grin. “Where’s the popcorn?”
We sit in silence for a while, and then I see a young couple walking up the steps in the stand. They enter our row, and Rose gets up and hugs them.