Page 41 of Fight Me Daddy

Calix glanced out into the crowd and his eyes met mine. My heart skipped a beat. I stayed still, watching him like I always did.

Our last meeting had ended in disaster. I'd tried to stop those nasty words from spilling from my lips, but they wouldn't. I snapped.

He turned away from me and my heart sank. Fuck. Calix was headstrong as hell. The next time, we talked I knew he wouldn't have a hell of a lot to say. Or he would tell me off. Was it insane that I hoped for the latter? At least then he would be talking to me.

The match started and Six jumped out of his seat as he cheered his friend on. I felt my insides twist as Calix turned and winked at Six before he threw his first punch. It's like I'm not even here.

I groaned. What was I expecting? That he would be waiting for me?

It was idiotic. Calix and I worked together, that was it. And once he finally made it big in MMA he would pay me off and that would be the end of our relationship. There was nothing there and I was acting like some love drunk teenager.

I remembered the way he looked at me as we drank at Luxin. For a moment, there had almost been something there. I could still taste his the vodka on his lips. His smile had been bright the more he drank and loosened up. And he had touched me of his own free will. A hand on my thigh, his shoulder against mine, his fingers against my cheeks as he brushed off a speck of something that I doubted had even been there.

And his cock.I adjusted my pants and squirmed in my seat as I remembered how amazing it had been to suck him off. That taste stayed burned into my memory. Even now I could imagine it as vividly as if I was transported back in time.

Calix grunted as he hit the ground and I jumped to my feet, my fists tightening as I was yanked from amazing memories to my boy getting hurt. The urge to run up there and beat his opponent into the ground until he stopped twitching came over me. I moved sideways, ready to cause a scene. But a hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged sharply.

"Sit down," Ama demanded. "You're letting your temper get the best of you."

I blinked and I was back to reality. Slowly, I sat down. Six stared at me, his eyes wide. Nic grinned from behind him before he chuckled. My jaw clenched and a sharp pain shot through it as I held myself back.

"What's gotten into you?" Amadeo asked. "You can't watch a fight anymore?"

I waved a hand. "It's nothing," I said as I tried to dismiss my emotions. “I’m good.”

"You were about to go up there and cause a scene," he argued. "I'd call that something."

"No, it's fine," I said as I leaned back in my chair and watched the fight.

"If you need to leave..."

"I don't," I snapped. "Fuck, let me enjoy the fight!"

Amadeo glared at me. "I'll give you a pass since I know you're going through shit right now, but the next time you yell at me like that I'll punch you in the face. Am I clear?"

"Crystal," I muttered as I forced myself to calm down.

I turned back to the fight as Calix dodged a hit and came in with a knee that he drove into his opponent’s stomach. The crowd erupted around me, but I barely heard them.

I was only focused on Calix.

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"We're heading out," Amadeo said as he stood up and stretched. He pulled Six to his side. "Are you coming?"

I shook my head. "No. I need to talk to Calix."

"I'm sure you do," Nic mused before he winked at me. "I wasn't aware you could talk with your dick."

Six's eyes widened. "You're fucking Calix?"

I growled. "No, I'm not fucking Calix!"

"Watch it," Ama snapped at me. "Don't raise your voice at him. And I hope that's true. Mixing business with pleasure? That's how you get into trouble. I've warned you all about that."

I rolled my eyes. "Are you serious? Was it business or pleasure when you kidnapped Six?"

Six snickered. Amadeo grabbed him by the back of the head and smothered the man's face against his chest. Six struggled, but Ama held on tight.

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