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Minnie

I’m still weary and confused when eight pm rolls around, but I’ve got my head back on straight. Jordan can suck it and frankly Cooper’s moods aren’t my business. I need to focus on the end goal and that’s getting out of this alive.

I found a cute little baby doll dress in the bottom of my suitcase, which makes my tits pop from the ruffled hem and ends just below my hoochie with sweet little bows and ribbon. I paired it with a set of MaryJane’s before piling on makeup that hopefully hides the sin behind my eyes and brushing on nude lipstick.

I look like a whore who likes to fuck her daddy and the image makes me both amused and sad. I’m scared shitless and hiding behind dark eyes and a fucking stupid dress isn’t going to change the outcome.

Cooper is right on time, and after texting me an hour ago to get my room number, he knocks on my door at exactly eight pm.

I heard from Beast earlier too and informed him of my plans to attend the fight with Cooper, to which he didn't respond. Strangely, I think Beast disapproves of what I’m doing but heknows just as well as I do that, I have no choice, just as he doesn't.

At least he’s just bringing me into the mix. I’m the Benedict Arnold in this fucking equation.

Cooper’s looks fuck hot in a pressed charcoal suit sans tie, and I roll my tongue back in my mouth when he looks me over with a sexy smirk and steps inside my room. It would seem playful Cooper is back out tonight and while I’m reeling from the whiplash, I’m also pulsing at the wicked smile on his hot as fuck face.

“Mm, I’m going to enjoy fucking you in this dress, later, baby,” he purrs, fingering the ribbon tied into a bow between my boobs.

My nipples tighten of their own accord, and I press my trembling lips together to suppress the moan, but he sees anyway and his nostrils flare.

“Fuck, we don’t have time, but later…” he says, his eyes dark with promise.

With a weak smile, I nod because I want this so fucking badly and I shouldn’t. When this is over, I’m going back to my life and I have no fucking clue where Cooper is going, but it won’t be anywhere near me.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” I whisper, grabbing my purse and following him out the door.

He grabs my hand in the elevator, and I shiver at the caress of his fingers against mine as we ride down in silence. Once we’re in the lobby, he pulls me through and out to the car at the curb, before following me inside.

Sliding to the opposite door, I fight back tears as we pull into traffic. It’s stupid I know, because I barely know him, but I can’t fight the devastating feeling that I’m going to ruin his world and its fucking demoralizing.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he says, pulling my chin around and searching my eyes.

With a tremulous smile, I ask, “Have you ever done something that you hated yourself for?”

He drops my chin, his brows rising and says, “I suppose, yes. Why? Did you do something you hate yourself for?”

“Not yet,” I whisper, before leaning forward and kissing his beautiful lips.

He groans into my mouth and pulls me closer, and I open when he slips his wicked tongue inside. With heated strokes, he laves me up and sucks my tongue before repeating the action until I’m squirming on his lap with need.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back and panting against my neck. “We’re almost there.”

Dazed, I raise my head and stare into his pretty caramel-colored eyes before his words penetrate and I back away shyly. This moment and this kiss felt more real than our other encounters and I feel painfully exposed when he smiles wryly and adjusts himself in his pants.

My face flames and I squirm, to which he growls, as he grabs my hair, pecking me on the lips. “I’m going to fuck you so hard later.”

The door flies open before I can respond, which is just as well, and I follow him as he pulls me through the crowd. Bright bulbs flash and I gasp, shrinking away from the cameras while Cooper pulls me through the door.

Down a hall we go before we’re in a locker room and Jordan greets me with a glittering stare. Shit. I hate this fucker.

However, I refuse to be cowed and raise a brow, noting his frown before focusing on Cooper, surrounded by a group of men who proceed to help him get ready for his fight.

Fascinated, I watch as he changes, which fuck me, I have to look away at his semi aroused state, flushing to the tips ofmy toes at the raw masculine beauty. When I've regained my bearings, I turn back as he gets in a zone, the guys spinning around him and ramping him up. He’s so focused, I start to feel uncomfortable as though I shouldn’t be here, and I find myself moving further and further into the shadows.

“You in the game?” a huge dude with a nasty scowl says, trading punches with Cooper who nods, his eyes turning dark as he gets into his headspace.

My stomach sinks though when I see the light blink out behind his eyes, because for whatever reason he finds no joy in this.

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