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I swing around, surprised to find him here. He gives me a smooth smile, but his eyes are cool. Shoot. Have I ruined it all by being a bitch?

“Costa,” Cooper grunts and Beast mumbles something I can't make out before Cooper turns back to me with his pretty eyes, and says in a low voice, “Are you a groupie, Minnie? I’m disappointed, especially after your protestations about not being a whore.”

“A what?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

“One of the chicks who follows the fighters around.”

“I know what you fucking said,” I say through clenched teeth.

His eyes alight with devilish amusement as he says against my ear, “You like the look of Cross down there? He’s fucked so many women, he’s got a permanent ring around his dick.”

Glancing down at the ring, I notice Cross whaling on his opponent before I look back to Cooper and curl my lip. “How is whatever he does any different than you?”

He looks me over coolly, his lips pulling into a cruel smirk when he says, “Nothing, of course. You’re certainly dressed toimpress tonight. Hoping for dick? Cross’ dick perhaps? I can get you an introduction, although you’re not really his type.”

Rearing back, I pull away and hiss, “And what type would that be?”

“Well, you're a little plain for his taste—”

With that, I stand abruptly and step away, fighting the surge of humiliated heat rising in my cheeks. I have no idea why he’s being so cruel, but either way it’s fucking reprehensible.

Striding to the bar, I order another drink, shrinking away when Beast looms over me and hisses, “What are you doing? Go back over there and get in his pants.”

“He doesn't want in my pants,” I hiss, tears pressing at my throat.

I mean, how many fucking times do I have to hear someone tell me I’m not pretty?

“Nonsense, you've got holes. Give him a blowjob or something.”

Spinning around, I stare at him speechless while he glares holes through me, before he grunts and says, “Need I remind you of the goal here?”

“No,” I mutter, watching warily as Cooper approaches.

When he glances between us with furrowed brows, I start to sweat. Fuck. Is he suspicious?

Beast turns at my look and looms over Cooper with a fierce scowl before growling, “Stay the fuck away from my cousin.”

With that, he stalks away, and I watch him go, assuming he was waving the proverbial flag in front of the bull. My stomach hurts once more at the thought that Cooper needs to think he’s pulling one over on Beast to fuck me.

“What do you want?” I ask warily, turning back to my drink and glaring at the server when she smiles brightly at Cooper and licks her bottom lip. Really?

Cooper sits down beside me and winks at her to which I turn my glare on him, sniffing when his mouth curls in his sexy smile. This accentuates the scar over his lip, and I squirm, wondering why the fucking thing is hot before taking a large gulp of my drink.

“Don’t drink too much,” he says in a playful tone.

“Why?” I grumble, taking another sip before he grabs the glass from my hand.

“Because I want you coherent when I fuck you later.”

Wide eyed, I ignore the way my core pulses and say incredulously, “You think I’m going to fuck you after what you just said to me?”

With a shrug, he takes a sip of my drink and sets it down on the bar. “Maybe I miscalculated, but either way, you want me, and I want you.”

“Really, you want plain little ol’ me?” I sneer.

Raising a brow, he runs his thumb over my bottom lip and says, “I didn't say I thought you were plain, baby. And you sure as fuck aren’t dull to me.”

“Hm,” I hum, pulling away.

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