Fourth Down and Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (17 page)

He kissed me hard,
hand creeping up my side toward my chest before he muttered arrogantly, “I
always knew I’d win in the end.”

I laughed and
slapped him on the arm.

“I’d say we’re
both winners here.”

The End

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Story Description:

My life was going great until
he
came along and
ruined everything by making me the most famous person in the world.
He is Hayden Dunn—the obscenely rich and famous video game
creating-internet-bad boy.
And he’s just plastered my face onto his newest creation: Via Mace—the big
breasted, scantily-clad, vulgar, video game vixen that’s instantly becoming the
biggest pop culture phenomenon ever.
And I look exactly like her!
Now I’m tracking him down to get my life back. Too bad he’s an arrogant A$#hole
that’s determined to keep his game exactly how it is. I want to hate him so
bad, but when his baby-blue eyes look me up and down like I’m God’s greatest
gift to Earth, I start to wonder if I even CAN hate him.
Now, with every flutter in my chest and nervous breath I take, I just want to
smack him across his gorgeous face even more. Could I really have feelings for
this man? The guy who completely turned my life upside down?
No. Impossible. I’ve got business to take care of.
Hayden, I Hate You
At least that’s what I keep telling myself...

The sound of her
enemies’ footsteps echoed down the hallway as they paced back and forth, but
she was too much of a professional to allow herself to be heard. The camera
followed her as she rounded a corner only to stand up against the wall of
another. She was calculating the perfect moment to finally let her presence be
known. Sweeping a loose strand of her auburn hair behind an ear, she clutched
something hiding in a holster of her utility belt; a sexy leather thing slung
over her curved hips.

She pulled out a
flashbang grenade with a devious smirk and took out the pin just before rolling
it down the hall. She was going to catch the men looming off guard. The loud
crack and blinding light bounced off the walls with punishing force.

“I can’t see!”

“What the hell was
that!” She couldn’t help but smirk at their surprised screams.

She knew she only
had a small window of time to charge down the hallway and knock them out while
they were still disoriented. There was no turning back now. She had to move
forward without fear or hesitation, but she was confident in her abilities—despite
being so grossly outnumbered.

She stepped
forward, large breasts jutting out from behind the wall before the rest of her
became visible. Although it wasn’t cold inside the building her nipples were
still visibly hard under her skin-tight costume, one which realistically would
be ill-suited for a serious fight. But her six-inch heeled leather boots didn’t
hinder the sexy heroine from charging forward at full speed, two guns drawn and
held in each of her perfectly manicured feminine hands.

 
The men at the end of the hallway stopped
shouting for just a moment, simultaneously dumbstruck and awestruck by their
surprise visitor charging at them. The man toward the back, who appeared to be
the largest and gruffest of all four, was the first to shake the stupid look
off his face. In a flash he drew out a dagger from his leather belt. With a
determined sneer in place, he chucked it at her in the blink of an eye.

She was quick to
dodge it. The blade cut through the air near her shoulder with a heavy whoosh.

Stealthily, she
stuck one of her guns back in her utility belt to pull out her own dagger, but
it was merely a distraction. She expertly threw it past the man’s face and ran
down the hallway to knock him into the wall. Incoherent shouting fell from the
lips of the other two men.

“
Fuck
you!” One of the men yelled with a
panicked grunt.

 
“Ha! You wish! If anyone’s asshole is going to
be burning it’s
gonna
be yours!” She swiveled
round
, voluptuous body momentarily twirling and distracting
the two men. Her large breasts bounced enticingly with every one of her
motions. Swiftly, she lifted one of her long, toned legs to karate kick a man
in the chest, sending him to the ground in a crumbled heap.

There was silence for
a moment as the camera zoomed in for a close up of her heaving breasts. T
he
ceiling lights
casted a shine on the miniscule bit of leather covering them, until the frame
panned out to her face. Her neck glimmered subtly with a light sheen of sweat.
Her face was scrunched up in determination with what looked like highly sexual
bedroom eyes. She was staring her final opponent down, the gruff man who had
thrown the dagger at her.

“Fucker,” she
finally muttered bitterly, apparently not willing to take his attack lightly.
She shot him a cute smirk as she sensually ran her hand down the curve of her
waist until it landed on her gun. Thin fingers curled around it as she prepared
to pull it out if necessary, but her other hand was still clutching another
weapon.

“You’re a big man,
but your skills are shit.”

The man sneered
and took advantage of her stopping to curse at him with her vulgar tongue. He
distracted her eyes with the flourish of a hand while he pulled out another
dagger from behind his suspender. What he didn’t count on was that the pretty
girl, seemingly overzealous with her smugness, was well aware of what he was
doing and had only decided to lull him into a false sense of security. As soon
as she saw the muscles in his arm shift to grab another knife, she crouched
down on the floor.

The dagger
whooshed over her head and landed into the wall with a loud thud. In an instant
she expertly swung around and pulled it from the wall. Quickly, she turned back
around to see the man bearing down on her. He was fast. She couldn’t deny that,
but he was still too much of a dumb brute for her. As soon as she was sure he
was in close range, she bent backwards and quickly kicked him in the face. He
went flying to the back wall, his back slamming against it and his body sliding
down with an unconscious thud.

She threw the
dagger, which buried itself in his arm but he didn’t flinch– he was knocked out
cold. Laughing with satisfaction, and sounding slightly sadistic, our heroine
crouched down in front of every one of the three men to pull out their weapons.
They would wake up to find their weapons gone. Then they’d be forced to fight
with but their bare hands and their stupid caveman brains.

 
As she crouched in front of the second man,
fishing for weapons dangerously close to the bulge in his pants, the pronounced
outline of her center was visible thanks to a lewd close-up shot of her very
tight, very small shorts. The focus continued on her body, moving slowly up her
legs to the curve of her waist, lingering on her large heaving breasts, and
finishing up on her perfectly curved, red lips.

She bit her lower
lip as she worked to pick the lock of the door at the end of the hallway, the
very door the men had been guarding. Her tongue darted out to run over her lips
once she heard the satisfying click of the lock. Success!

 
The door sprung open and she poked her head in
to look around before sneaking inside to find the computer she had been
searching for throughout her mission. Quickly, she inserted a USB flash drive and
in an instant a download bar popped up. All of the computer’s hard drive files
started downloading absurdly fast onto the drive.

The computer
chimed when the download was complete. She pulled out the drive when she heard
boots thudding outside the door. She knew more men were storming down the
hallway and it wouldn’t take long for them to figure out where she had gone.
She had to be quick. In a flash she grabbed the desk chair and chunked it at
the window, causing it to shatter into a million pieces that went flying every
which way.

Knowing the men
outside heard the crash, she quickly crawled out onto the windowsill and
grabbed a gadget off her utility belt. This was far from the first time she had
to make a quick exit and she knew it was far from the last. She was prepared
and there wasn’t a single ounce of fear in her eyes.

With nothing but a
determined look, she attached the gadget to the wall beside her and fearlessly
roped down the tall, corporate building. It was just like zip lining—piece of cake.
The air gushing over her head sent her long auburn hair flying in every
direction. She loved that feeling. It always refreshed and energized her after
an intense mission. The camera panned out just enough to show her entire body,
hands clinging to the rope as her curves and sex appeal were showcased in a
360-degree shot.

She landed in an
ally, breasts bouncing, and walked out into the busy city street with nobody
even looking in her direction. The camera focused on her skimpy leather top and
her tiny, tight shorts. Passing men didn’t dare leer at her or admire her
stunning beauty that was sexily showcased for all. She sauntered with the sexy
confidence of a superhero as her high-heeled boots clicked busily on the
strikingly clean city sidewalk.

As she continued
walking, the frame panned out slowly and the sun beat down on her lightly
tanned skin to finally reveal a miniscule tattoo on her left hip, just barely
poking out from the top of her shorts.

Perhaps she was vulgar
and overtly sexual with her clothing and strut, but Via Mace was top class when
it came to her profession in game.

As the camera
slowly pans away a big bold title pops onto the screen—

Mind Lash