Page 88 of Blinded By Love

“Get out of my office before I say no to the deal,” Marco demands, his hands clenching and his eyes turning dark as if he wants to put my head in the wall.

“I need your word.”

Marco’s jaw ticks again and he licks his bottom lip before saying, “You have my word. Get the fuck out.”

I refrain from pissing him off more by smiling at him. I leave his office and ignore the looks I get from his men standing outside his door.

“What were you guys talking about?” Eric asks as I walk past him to go downstairs.

“I’m sure you’ll hear from him since you’re his little bitch.”

“Jealous?” Eric smirks at the jab.

“Me and you are fighting. I don’t know the date. Marco is going to set it up. Congrats Eric, you finally get what you want.”

Eric pauses as I walk down the stairs with him. I think he’s in awe.

Eric has been wanting this rematch ever since he beat me in the first one and the only reason he beat me is because he stabbed me in the stomach. In underground fighting, anything goes. If you die, it’s not the club's problem. Cheating is allowed.

“Why?” Eric asks.

I stop walking and look at him. “Because I think it’s finally time to show everyone who is the better one between us. Don’t you agree?” Eric clenches his jaw. I almost laugh at that because him being mad just brings me joy. “Now, I have a fight in a few minutes that I need to get ready for. But you get ready for that fight, Eric. Good luck.”

I leave him standing in the hallway, glaring at me as I walk away.

Every time I talk to him it’s like talking to a fucking wall.

I make my way to my dressing room and when I unlock the door my eyes go to the figure laying on the couch, reading something on her phone.

“What are you doing here?” I ask Jaclyn, making her eyes meet mine.

“Kayden said you had a fight today and you wanted to see me before then.” That motherfucker. Jaclyn sits up from the couch and she grabs her bag. “I’ll leave. I didn’t know you were busy.”

She stands up and is about to walk past me but I grab her arm. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just didn’t expect to see you.” I pull her in front of me and rest my hand on her hip and my other hand on her jaw to make her look up at me. At times like this, when I force Jaclyn to look at me, she looks at me like she is afraid of me but not in a bad way. It’s in a way where she is weary of me and doesn’t want to do or think. “Where is everyone else?”

“Outside at the bar. They’re waiting for you to come out,” she explains and rests her hands on my chest making blood pump through my veins and fire explode on my skin. I pull her closer to me so that her legs are practically touching mine. “Where were you?” she asks, looking up at me and tilting her head to the side a little.

“I was talking to Marco.” I let go of her face and hip, grabbing her and pulling her towards the couch.

I sit down and pull her towards me so that she is straddling my lap. She places her hands on my chest as I hold onto her hips and rest my head on the couch.

“Why? What happened?” I can hear the worry in her tone.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

“But I am worried. This club is dangerous, Hayden, and Marco is unpredictable from what I learned.”

I look at Jaclyn who is looking at me with worry and questions. She looks so innocent right now, looking at me like if anyone were to touch me she would stab them. I love how protective she is over me and that I am the only one who gets to see it.

I grab her jaw with one hand and pull her face closer to mine until our lips touch one another.

I can’t resist kissing her. My tongue makes its way between her lips and she breathes into my mouth and lets out a sigh that makes all of the blood in my body go down to my dick. I grip her hip in my hand and pull her closer.

This is the closest we have ever been where both of our bodies are pressed against each other like this and it makes me wish that our clothes were torn off so I can show her how good pleasuring her can be.

But she wants to take it slow so I’ll take it slow with her.

I bite her bottom lip making her moan into my mouth and grip onto my shirt. My hand on her jaw trails down to her shirt. I slip my hand under her shirt and groan when I feel her warm skin against mine.

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