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Minnie’s fuck hot curves and delectable ass are going to star in my dreams tonight, but I don’t have time for that shit which is why I avoid it at all costs.

When Jordan greets me at the curb with a curt nod, we slide into the limousine. I’m already regretting the blonde when she runs her hand up my thigh, but this is part of the reputation I uphold and I’m not about to change it up now.

From the corner of my eye, I spy Jordan’s head dip and follow his gaze to her tits hanging out of her barely there top. Normally I’d be down for another stop, after which I’d get my dick wet and kick my supposed date to the curb.

Right now, though, I’m ridiculously relaxed despite the weird ass feeling that flooded my chest after the best fuck of my life.

“Patterson tomorrow,” Jordan says, interrupting my thoughts and effectively killing my buzzagain.

When I grunt in return, his brows drop over his eyes, but I don’t fucking care what he thinks so I turn away.

The blonde, who’s name escapes me, runs her hand along my thigh and I paste on a smile before leaning over to whisper, “Later, baby.”

She bites her red painted lips and I gently place her hand back in her lap before conceding, there won’t be a later. I’m as limp as a wet noodle and I suspect the only pussy that’s going to fix my condition is back at the arena.

Whatever. At least I can have a little fun while I’m at it. Beast wants to mess with my fucking head via the delectable Minnie. Fine but I’ll get my own in the end and leave them both reeling when this is over.

Chapter 11

Minnie

The following morning, I roll around in bed frustrated by my thoughts. I let Cooper fuck me and he didn’t even give me the grace of walking me back to the box. Not only that but he retreated behind his mask so quickly I was left reeling at the change.

I’m not sure he’s even going to call now that he’s gotten what he wanted, and I wonder if Suit will care about my excuses. I’m thinking not.

Beast was grim when he returned to the box and the one time, I tried to speak to him, he snarled so viciously, I turned away, eventually excusing myself and finding my own way back to the hotel.

With a sigh, I step from the bed and check my messages, frowning when I find one from Beast and of course, nothing from Cooper.

Meet me in the lobby at noon

Glancing at the clock, I gasp when I see it's 11:45 and rush through a shower. When I emerge ten minutes late, I’m wearing a cute pair of short shorts, a silky top that hangs off one shoulderand the obligatory heels. I blew dry my hair as best I could and pulled it back in a high ponytail before swiping on red lipstick and mascara.

Out of time, I slip out the door and head toward the lobby. Is this another horse and pony show or something different? I don’t fucking know, and the reality is I’m scared. I’m failing miserably and this could very well be my fucking end.

Beast looks me over quickly before turning with the expectation I follow and with a grimace I do, sliding into the town car waiting for us at the curb.

“What now?” I ask warily.

“Meet and greet,” he grunts, staring out the window.

“What does that mean?’

“It's a fan forum. Autographs and shit.”

“Oh.” It sounds like the seventh circle of hell to me, but I suppose in this business it's important to keep your fans close. They bring in the money after all.

I follow Beast into another hotel before we enter a huge room with tables set up throughout. Each table has a guy in a suit with a phone in their hand or stuck to their ear and a fighter, easy to spot by the size and scowl alone.

I don’t see Cooper and ignore the slice of disappointment while I stand by Beast’s booth and wonder what the fuck I’m doing here.

“Don't just stand here,” Beast hisses. “Go find Jackson.”

He ignores my acidic glare and I turn away in a huff, wandering off. I’m not sure finding Cooper is going to do me much good and frankly, I don't want to see him with his next conquest. Dick.

Instead, I pass the booths, looking over Cooper and Beast’s competition.

This is a bigger industry than I thought as I take in just how many people are here waiting in line to greet their idols. It’sa little nonsensical but I stop in my tracks when I spy a line dangerously full of women, quite sure I know who's going to be standing by the table.

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