Page 2 of Fighter's Enemy

Gosh, he looked fucking hot, I couldn’t even believe he just walked out of prison.

"Hmmmph, keep calm Kay, and definitely do not think about how hot that asshole is. That is the same asshole that made your childhood a living hell," I muttered to myself while taking a deep breath, angrily.

But why did seeing him now affect my five senses so much? I wanted nothing more than to watch him go down on his knees and do wicked things to me with his tongue.

"Oh no, I am a fucking mess," I hissed aloud.

"Yes, you are," I heard the same irritating voice coming from behind me. I know, because it is the same baritone voice, I have spent all my life obsessing over. I swivel my hips to glare at him, what is he doing standing beside me. I thought he went into my brother's office, why is he standing here? So close to me, too close.

"What are you doing out here?" I interjected before he could confront me about talking to myself loudly. Nothing ever slid past him, and he never hesitates to make fun of me when he can.

A slight smile curled on his lips, fuck, those lips, "Mark is on a business meeting, I do not want to disturb him," he answered rather politely than I expected. Yeah, but I knew it was just a moment till his real asshole-ness appears.

"So, wait for him outside his door. This room is for employees only. What are you doing out here?" I asked again, I know I am being rude toward him, but that's because I know what sort of arrogant, vain, prideful, and self-absorbed brute he truly was.

"I am here to catch up on all the moments I missed with you," Yeah, he suddenly was this caring guy who wanted to catch up on lost times. What happened to the overprotective big brother clone? Or the town’s famous womanizer?

"I can see you are in desperate need of bonding, obviously you were starved of all that in your isolating confinement,"

"Maybe I’m in desperate need of some touch too," he replied, his eyebrows arched, furrowed and so hot. This man would fucking be the death of me.

"Oh, I forgot you didn't get to fuck for five years," I spat out much too soon before I realized what I had just said to him. His eyes deepened as they locked with mine, I refused to stare away, I said what I said.

"Little Kayla talking to me about fucking, I am impressed," Again, with calling meLittle Kayla,I loathe that name and the way he gleams at me when he calls me Little.

"As you can see, I am not so little anymore, " I retorted, not backing down from the war, I wanted him to know that I wasn’t the shy girl he knew me to be. Well, I was but I didn’t want him to know that.

"I can see that," he briefly remarked as his eyes trailed down my body, I could feel his eyes stripping me with each glance penetrating my bare skin, I shouldn't be feeling this way, he shouldn't have this sort of effect on me.

"But who said I didn't fuck anyone for five years maybe-"

"Oh, so your sexual preference has changed; do you now do men?" I could see a smile curled on his lips, he seemed to be impressed by my humor and I was impressed not scowling away at the first glance of him.

"My sexual preference is still the same, I still love women, I love dominating them and watching them crying loudly my name begging me to fuck them more," I swallowed a large lump in my throat as my imagination ran wild, he is a tall well-built man, and I am sure that what he had in his pants could do wonders. I suddenly had the imagine of him on top of thrusting into my naked body as I begged him to fuck me more.

Damn, Kayla. Take it easy. The man just came out of prison and here you are objectifying him. Get a fucking grip on yourself, this is what he wants.

I straighten my face and give him a fake smile, trying to act unbothered, as I see him smirking at my silence.

"You overestimate your skills so much, and I am sure the talents you claim to speak of is a little far-fetched,"

"Would you like to see how far-fetched I can dig deep into you," Fuck, before I got the chance to retort back and stop the shivers flowing down my legs, I saw my brother approaching us with a smile on his face, and Logan gleaming at me with a victory smile.

Fuck, Logan was making me total mess.

2

LOGAN

Icould see her utterly taken aback by the last statement; I didn't mean to sound all naughty, but I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the level of noticeable change she had undergone in just five years.

I could see her stare at something or rather someone behind me and my eyes trailed after hers to find Mark slowly approaching us gleaming at me. My heart beamed with joy as it was nice to finally see him in suits without being in orange jumpers.

"Logan," he called out as he reached where we stood, Kayla still speechless. He pulled me into a warm embrace, I wouldn't normally be comfortable with such a display of affection, but I was overwhelmed with the fact that I am finally out of that God-forsaken hellhole and can kick start my life.

"Hey Mark," I greeted as we finally pulled out of the embrace. "It’s been ages," I teased, that isn't true, Mark made it a constant to visit me every week as long as he was in town, he didn't leave my side even when I was proving difficult and almost pushed him away.

"You saw me last week dude," he responded with a smile on his face.

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