Page 13 of Hate Sex
Chapter 7
Mateo
Itapeup my hand tightly and begin to pulverize the bag hitting it so hard, even taped up. I’ll be red or bleeding by the time I’m done. I don’t have a photo shoot scheduled until next week, so what the hell. I need to punch this before I go out there and punch Spencer in the damn face and beat him down to the ground. With each damn hit, I picture feeling each throw in my knuckles and up my arm. Fuck it.
Kota was concerned about him.How fucking cute. I punch hard feeling the reverberations deep in my bones, winding around my soul. Why I let one woman tie me into a fucking knot I’ll never know, but that shit won’t happen again. Fuck that.
“Brother,” Devin calls out, but I continue to hit.
“Yeah,” I grunt through the beating.
“You think you want to lighten up on the bag? Not that we can’t buy another, but that takes time and strains schedules.” Devin’s joking tone does nothing to squash the inferno raging inside of me. I don’t answer, just beat.
“Damn, you still hung up on that woman?” he says the word woman like it’s a surprise to him, and I’m sure it is. I’ve never had a hang up on a woman before, ever. They come and they go, but none have meant anything to me. Except Kota. Fuck. I continue to hit. Sweat pours down my face and back, but I don’t let up.
“Teo!” Devin yells, but I ignore him. “Mateo Antonio, stop this shit right now!” He barks loud and the use of my first and middle name breaks through the haze of fury. I slowly back away putting my hands to my knees, trying to catch my breath. The movement of the bag still ricocheting back and forth. I plant my ass on the floor not giving a shit who sees me. Devin follows me down. “Brother, tell me what’s going on.” I want to tell him. I do. But I can’t. What do I say, I have a total thing for your sister? I can’t wait to fuck her again, and I haven’t had her for three weeks now, and my balls are blue. No. Not happening.
Part of me feels guilty for just not telling him, but the time isn’t right.
“I’ll get over it, Devin, no worries.”
Feet shuffling our way has my head turning right into the eyes of Spencer. My blood pumps hot again at just the damn sight of him. He smiles then looks down to the ground and shakes his head. I hop to my feet getting right in his damn face. Who the hell does this motherfucker think he is?
This is my fucking place. Devin and I built this from the damn ground up. This pissant can kiss my motherfucking ass.
Nose to nose with Spencer, I growl, “What the fuck is so funny?”
“Look, you want to swing at me, do it. But I will punch back. You want to run me into the ground because you haven’t taken two minutes to actually talk to Kota, that’s your shit. I’ll take it. But don’t you get in my face giving me shit because you left your man card at home. I’ll tellyouwhat I just toldher.” I look at him in infuriating shock if that is possible. “You’re a grown ass man, go fucking talk to her.”
His eyes aren’t lying. If he was fucking her why the hell would he be telling me this? I sure as shit wouldn’t be, but I’m an asshole. “What the fuck did you just say?”
He steps back. “You heard me. She just left, but I’m sure she’s going home. Stop your little temper tantrum and talk.”
I rear my hand back aiming straight for his jaw, but something hard catches it in mid-swing. I look over to a confused Devin who’s eyeing both Spencer and myself with interest. “What the fuck?” I yell, pulling away from him. “Why the hell’d you do that?”
“You’re seeing my sister?” he roars, coming toe-to-toe with me.
“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Spencer says, leaving the room and heading to the locker room. The little prick.
Devin steps closer. “Are you seeing my sister?” This time his hands come out and grab the very thin tank I have on. Well, fuck.
“Was. Now she’s seeing Spencer.” I angle my head to the locker room where the shithead just went through.
“What the fuck are you talking about? You and Kota hate each other. You always bark at each other and are up in each other’s faces. When the fuck did this start?” he inquires but takes a step away from me, no doubt giving him room to swing at me.
“Makes for great sex.” Now why the fuck I just let that escape my lips I have no idea. When his punch comes he hits me square in the jaw, knocking me back a step. I lick it, immediately feeling the metallic iron of my blood. Fucking hell.
Devin pants hard, the anger riding him strong, but I don’t want to fight Devin. If he feels the need to beat the shit out of me, fine.
“How long?” he flexes his fingers. Shit, I hope he didn’t break one on my jaw.
“About two years.” They say honesty is the best policy, but with another punch to the jaw, I’m rethinking it.
“Two fucking years. And how manyotherwomen have you been with during that time? Huh? You fucking my sister and all those other whores at the same time?” His voice carries through the gym, and now we have a steady audience no doubt wondering how we are going to take each other out. May as well let everyone know at the same time.
“In those two years, I was only with Kota,” I tell him honestly.
“You’re fucking lying. You’ve been out with Carissa, Megan, Shauna… fuck, I can’t even name them all. But I was there with you.” Devin’s vein in his forehead begins throbbing, and I know this will get worse before it gets better. Fuck.
