Jase (MMA Bad Boys Book 3) (7 page)

“I’m going.” I don’t even finish all my beer but I can’t sit here and listen to the monotones of these guys talking shop. I leave that shit at work for a reason. I also need to figure a way of sorting this shit out with Jen. I groan at that and Jake gives me a funny look. “My back clicked as I stood.” I play it off with that. Jake is gullible and will believe about anything he’s told.

“See you in a week, mate.” I salute and walk out the bar faster than my legs can take me. The smell of the late evening air is a stark contrast to the air clogging the inside of that pub. I relish in the scent of pollution that hangs over London and enjoy the sounds of the distant honking of horns as angry drivers fight for space on the busy London roads.

I make the small walk to my car that I managed to park down the road a little, shoving my hands in my pockets and head hangs down.

I’m not immune to the looks women give me, or some men for that matter, I know I’m pretty good looking. Fuck, I’ve known women to fight over my body as well. Call me big headed, egotistical, but I work hard for the way I look.

But I’m not interested in other people now that I’ve had a taste of Frankie. I can still feel her soft curves under me as I plow into her liquid heat. I can still see her the look on face as she comes undone under my hands. I rearrange myself discreetly and unlock my car with the remote. Climbing in behind the wheel, I feel how uncomfortable the drive home is going to be and I grit my teeth as I start the car and start toward my home.

“Girl, after the day I’ve had…” I don’t finish my sentence because remembering how Dan treated me in front of Jase has tears prickling the corners of my eyes.

“What’s happened, chica?” Isabella asks from over the phone. We’ve been best friends since we were still in nappies, we went to the same schools and have stuck by each other through everything.

“It’s Dan.” I have to take a deep breath to stop the tears falling. I concentrate on the swirling wine in my glass until I know the tears have surpassed.

“What’s that knobhead done now?” Isabella has never liked my brother and I can’t say I blame her. She’s seen everything, was there as a shoulder to cry on when he pushed me around to try and stop me taking that job.

“Come over? We can start at the beginning over a bottle of wine.” I’m not short of begging but there’s no need as she tells me she’ll be right over and hangs up. I’m left with my thoughts and the throb that’s aching my vagina.

Jase sure knows how to fuck a woman into oblivion, and he definitely did that to me. To say my first time was surreal would be an understatement and I’m still gobsmacked that he would want to take me out on a date. I mean, I’m hardly a skinny Barbie doll and I don’t have that duck face down pat like a lot of women. I look constipated when I try it which makes Isabella laughter uncontrollably each time.

The knock on my door startles me from my thoughts and I check my watch. Fucking hell, she was quick. She loves anything gossip so I didn’t think she would take long but five minutes? I’ll be surprised if she didn’t just come over in her PJ’s with no make-up on.

Heaving myself up from the sofa, I walk to the front door and open with a smile on my face. And there she stands; hair messy around her face, no make-up and thumper PJ’s. Her dark Latino skin makes her emerald green eyes stand out and I always wonder if she’s wearing contacts, though she swears blind that they’re not.

“Right, pour me a glass and start talking. I didn’t rush over looking like a moron to beat around the bush.” She charges into my flat and throws herself in the recliner, tossing her bag to the floor beside her.

“Sure, boss.” I laugh, heading to the kitchen that’s just off to the side of the living room. I grab a glass and a bottle of white wine and make myself comfortable on the sofa. This may take a while after all.

“I lost my V card last night,” I whisper into my glass. I feel the blush on my cheeks, the heat telling me it’s very much visible.

“Say fucking what, chica?” Isabella sits straight in the recliner, eyes wide and mouth popped open in shock.

“Yeah, Jase Carter,” I mumble, the name makes my knickers wet. He’s hot in all the right places and he knows what to do with his dick.

“No fucking way? Are you being serious right now? MMA fighter Jase Carter?” Isabella is on the edge of her seat hands clasped tightly on the arms of the chair.

“Jesus, Isa, of course I’m fucking serious! Can I actually get on with the story or are you going to keep interrupting?” I say, raising my eyebrows at her. She gets the hint and sits back, curling her feet underneath her.

“Continue.” She waves her hand in the air but I can see the fizzle of excitement in her eyes. I shake my head because she’s been waiting for the day I find a man to lose it too.

“Anyway, that was last night. Today, I went to the fire station to see Dan because he asked me to go see him… Well, he was out on a job and in the kitchen I found Jase.” I pause to take a breath because I don’t want to cry. “We had a… disagreement as such and Dan heard everything. And I mean, everything. He knows I’ve been with Jase and to say he wasn’t pleased would be an understatement. He started shouting shit at me until Jase stood in. Dan stormed off and now I have a date with Jase tomorrow night.”

Isabella just sits there in shock, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You? You have a date?”

“Cause it’s so hard to believe that I can get a date, Isa. Seriously?” I glare at her because that’s just made me feel even more insecure. I wrap my arms around myself protectively and I feel a lone tear slip down my face.

“Oh shit, I didn’t mean it like that, chica!” Isabella squeals, she’s by my side in an instant and she hugs me to her. “I swear; I did not mean that the way it sounded. You’re beautiful.” She strokes my hair as she whispers in my ear.

“I don’t know how to date, Isa! I’ve only been on a few and we know how disastrous they were. What the hell am I going to wear?” I start to panic because I have no idea where he’s taking me. How do I know if to where casual or smart? Classy or sexy?

“Have you got his number?” She asks, pushing on my shoulder to sit me back up.

“Yeah…” I give her a quizzical look. “Why?”

“Text him. Ask him where he’s taking you so you can figure out what to wear. Problem solved.” She winks at me and I curse myself for not thinking of doing that sooner.

Grabbing my phone from the coffee table in front of us, I open the text app and shoot off a text to him.

F: Where are we going tomoz night? Need 2 know what 2 wear. X

I tap my phone as I wait impatiently for the text back.

J: I’m taking you to Franchino’s. x

Oh my God, Franchino’s is one of the hardest Italian restaurants to get a booking at. Now I know I have to dress classy yet smart, maybe a little sexy to get Jase in the mood but nothing too risky because I’m not the smallest of people and can’t get away with shit like that.

“I see clarity in your eyes. You know what to wear now, right?” Isabella tilts her head to the side and smiles.

“Yup. I know exactly what to wear. Can you come over tomorrow to do my hair?” Isabella is a hair dresser and a fucking good one at that.

“You bet!” She pumps a fist in the air. You wouldn’t believe she’s the same age as me. She’s like a kid at Christmas over the smallest of things but it makes me love her all the more.

She tells me of all the gossip about our group of friends, we have a good laugh and shit load of wine before she stumbles from my front room and leaves the flat. God love her, she’s a freakin’ hoot to be around, a great person to cheer you up and keep you level headed and I’m the lucky girl to have her as a best friend.

The room is tilting slightly; I know I’m probably past the drunk stage so I try desperately to place one foot in front of another to get to my bedroom. Sleep sounds pretty good now the high of the evening has dissipated.

I’m sure I’ll regret this and curse the shit out of Isabella in the morning, but for now I bask in the happiness I feel seeping through my veins. My bed comes into sight and I hobble over, my eyes already closing at seeing the soft feather pillows.

The throbbing behind my eyelids is what wakes me the next morning, the beat of a bass drum is thrumming through my brain. Ugh, why did we drink two bottles of that wine instead of the just the intended one? I rarely get pissed enough not to remember stuff but I can just about remember the texts with Jase about tonight. Shit, tonight. I check the time on my phone. Eleven am; I never sleep this late even on my day off.

I groan as I roll out of bed and crawl slowly to the door and then down the hallway to my bathroom. My stomach rolls in waves and the need to puke overtakes me. I speed up my crawl and practically fall through the bathroom door and reach the toilet just in time. Ew, wine will never taste the fucking same again.

After my stomach has settled, the overwhelming need for a fry up takes over and my stomach grumbles loudly. Getting up from the cold floor, I check my appearance and almost scream at the state of me. Yesterday’s make up is smudged across my face, and my hair is like a bird’s nested in it.

I turn the dial for the shower and wait for it to heat up, getting a clean towel from above the vanity and placing it on the hook. The steam quickly fills the room and I strip out of yesterday’s clothes and hop in, relishing in the heat as it pummels on my skin. My hangover sort of slinks away and my head’s a little clearer.

I don’t spend long washing and detangling my hair, I have shit to do before my date tonight. That thought brings a smile to my face, excitement zings through my body. Hopefully, this date won’t be an epic disaster like my last one. Fuck, remembering that night makes me cringe. The physical repercussions from that one single event still haunt me to this very day. The only people that know about it is Isabella and the police.

The feeling of someone squeezing my lungs, my chest tightening has me leaning my back against the freezing cold tiles and fighting for breath. Panic attacks are a regular occurrence in my life as of recently and it’s something I’m learning to control. With a few deep breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth calms me down and the fuzzy feeling in my hands starts to dissolve into a numb feeling.

The tears streaming down my face are quickly washed away by the spray of the shower that’s still spitting hot water down at me. Once I feel I have myself completely under control, I finish washing and turn the dial to off before stepping from the shower on the fluffy rug and wrapping the towel I had hung up around me.

Still shaken, I make my way back to my bedroom to dress in yoga pants and a tank. Something comfy to lounge about in before tonight. Jase flits through my mind and my core tightens, remembering the way he thrust into me. Damn, the guy is so hot that he could be on an issue of a Men’s Health magazine. What the hell does he see in me? I know of his reputation; I’ve done my research but my vagina wants another round. Maybe it will maybe it won’t; it all depends on the night ahead.