Page 8 of King of Obsession

I stepped out of the enclosure, my chest heaving, my knuckles raw and bruised. The adrenaline still surged through my veins, infusing me with invincible, untouchable strength.

Heading into the packed change rooms where influencers, brawlers, and fight organizers milled, I swiped a towel from a nearby bench, wiping the sweat and blood from my face.

I slipped into an empty cubicle, showered quickly, andchanged into clean gear: sweats, a tee, and slides.

Easing outside, I jerked a chin to familiar faces.

I grunted at the clapped hands on my back, congratulating me, their voices a dull roar in my ears.

Not one for small talk, I couldn’t wait to leave and had just nabbed my gym bag when a pair of long arms reached from behind.

Mouth pressed to my shoulder, tits sliding over my spine.

‘Alessio.’

I turned, arching a brow as I gazed down at a woman’s face, the same emblazoned on ad campaigns and billboards all over the city.

She gave me coquettish pout.

I tried to recall her name as the high of my bout win faded.

Kristi.

We’d gone on some disastrous date on her insistence a few months ago.

‘You were magnificent tonight. Want to celebrate?’

‘Not now,’ I rasped, easing away.

The last thing I needed was her brand of complicated. She was something crazy, borderline stalkerish, and I’d placed her pussy on serious probation.

She pouted and attempted a saucy eye-roll.

Despite her supermodel career, Kristi was another fan girl who hung around the fight clubs, chasing brawlers because they thought we were sexy.

Between my natural attributes, winning fists, and brooding over life’s callous capriciousness, I drew the endless attention of women like bees to honey.

However, I had little to tell them when they came my way, for I’d never been as glib as Lorenzo or Vitto.

Talking taxed me, and I became impatient with chatty and flirty types. It pained me to open up.

Still, ladies chased me, enamored by my melancholic countenance.

When I declined them, they pursued me harder, doing backflips for my black heart and dark vibe.

Like Kristi was now, licking her lips in what she thought was an enticing, sexy affectation, the same she most likely fronted on her Instagram.

Fotto! It pissed me off.

My phone saved me, trilling in my hand.

My car was outside.

‘I’ve places to be,’ I growled at the stunning creature. ‘You, I’m sure you’ve your beauty sleep to get to, magazines to pose for, that kind of thing. Rain check?’

I had no such plans.

She pushed her tits at me and tossed her hair. Hoping to entice me, to weaken me.

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