Page 48 of A Dark Duet

“Are you ready for the fight, Nate?”

“It’s sold out.”

“Is that your girl?”

He rolls his eyes, turns around, and holds my hand.

“Yes. To all of it,” he says, speaking loud enough so that everyone can hear. The young college girls fire back, “Well, at least your girl is beautiful. So, it makes sense.”

“What’s her name, Nate?”

I look around, blushing, not used to all the attention. I forget that fighting is huge in Vegas, and Nate is a pro fighter.

“Giselle. My girl’s name is Giselle,” he says.

The girl at the counter gives him our food as she giggles. I roll my eyes. I can’t believe he’s telling everyone recording with their phones that I’m his girl. We both know I’m not his girl. He just feels sorry for what happened to me, and he is trying to make me feel better.

I don’t care either way, I’m no one. What do I care what they think? We sit next to his bike while people photobomb us while they take pictures. We eat in silence, Nate removing all the carbs from his meal as he watches me eat.

“It’s good,” I say.

“Best place in town. I thought this would be good for you, a change of pace.”

I look at the bike.

“I loved riding with you,” I say.

“You weren’t scared or tensed up on the turns like I expected you to be. I was surprised. I found something else we both enjoy together. It works.”

He looks at me, and I know his words have a double meaning. He can’t mean sex, that was before they dirtied me and tarnished me like dirty water. He must be disgusted by the thought of even touching me. I look away.

“Is it always like this? The attention?”

He nods his head. “Yeah, everywhere I go. Get used to it, now cameras will follow you wherever you go.”

I look at him, not believing what I’m hearing. Now I know why he brought me here, to the busiest place in town. Makes sense. He wants the cameras to follow me. It’s why he said I was his girl. How clever. He planned it.

I don’t know if I should feel happy or disappointed. Maybe I like the thought of being his girl, to be known in the world as Nate’s girl.

We get up from the outdoor tables and he pulls me in for a kiss, and I let him. He’s trying to help me, not hurt me. I remind myself.

He kisses me so deep my toes curl. He doesn’t care if everyone takes pictures or records us. He slides his tongue inside my mouth as he sucks my lips, tasting the hint of the chocolate chip cookie I just ate. He slides his hands on my waist, bringing me close, and I can feel his hard erection against my belly.

“She really is his girl, judging by that kiss he just gave her,” one guy says to our right, breaking the spell the moment cast upon us. I was completely lost, letting him take what he wanted, but I know I won’t deny him.

We get on the bike and head back to the house. He speeds down the highway with the music feeding the adrenaline, once more relieving my pain.

We get inside the house feeling exhilarated, and he guides me toward his shower. I strip and stand under the hot spray, grabbing a fresh washcloth to scrub my skin. Nate walks into the shower, naked, and his hand shoots out, stopping me. I look at him in all his naked glory, from his muscled chest to the deepVdefining his abs down to his cock.

“Not tonight, baby.”

He washes me clean down to the apex of my thighs that are not as tender as before, sliding his fingers down and washing my pussy and ass gently.

Turning to face him, I slide my hands slowly down his body, feeling all of him. He walks me back to the shower wall and gently kisses my neck where the bruises are healing, fading like a rainbow. I just stand there, letting him, as I crave his touch. He slides his tongue down to the bruises on my breasts, where they pinched my nipples, kissing and sucking on them gently.

I let him have my body because my heart is nowhere to be found. He continues down to my pussy as he kneels, raising my leg over his shoulder. I can’t believe he would want to lick my pussy, but I let him. I don’t care and it doesn’t matter.

His tongue strokes my lips and slips inside my folds. I mewl when he sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue, and my pussy gets wetter. The water slides down our feverish bodies, making my nipples hard. I gesture for him to stand. It’s my turn to return the favor.

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