And the Sweet (Addiction Series Book 2) by Delilah Frost Page B

actually fucking want?”
    “I’m wearing Mel down,” is all he says.
    “You’re really not. The way you play it up with Celia every night makes her look at you in disgust. I really thought you were smarter than this.”
    “What do you know? You let some two-bit rich bitch hang off of you because she said a few things that you bought, hook, line, and sinker.”
    “Yeah, at least I’m trying to make up for it. But apparently you think it’s your turn to be a complete fucking douche. What did you say about me chasing Cecelia? Girls don’t want to be chased if you walk away from them first? Wasn’t that it?” I ask remembering it well. It played over and over in my head every moment I couldn’t get a break on finding Cecelia. “You seem to be chasing the wrong fucking tail, my man.”
    I can see he’s pissed at me. Probably realizing how right I am, especially since it makes no fucking sense for him to express interest in Melody but then play hot and cold with her, flirting with her fucking friend right in front of her. This should be a no-brainer. But the words that come out of his mouth surprise me more than anything. “I told you. I told you you had no claim on Cecelia anymore and that you couldn’t get pissed if someone else took an interest. I told you you had no claim on her and if someone else wanted a go, you had to step back.”
    It’s interesting. One second I’m standing next to Stretch, hearing him say all this bullshit, and the next, my fist is connecting with the side of his face. I don’t even hesitate to throw the punch. And it feels so fucking good. Especially watching him go down.
    “You are a piece of work.” I storm off, leaving him on the ground where he fell to go take on Army Prick.
    As Brees spouts off the rules, I keep my focus on Stretch, watching him massage his jaw, seeing it turn a nasty shade already. And then I see Cecelia show, dressed in her work uniform of black on black. She always arrives right at the main event match for Fridays. With her job letting her off so late, I’m glad she can see me at all.
    At least I was.
    I watch her wave timidly at me before looking around at those gathered. There’s the usual girls hanging out, there clothes barely concealing their parts, and some of the guys who are waiting to find out who will take the win. Then there’s Stretch. She notices him and heads his way. This isn’t unusual, but his words, they now make me reevaluate her interactions with him.
    And to think we were just getting shit fixed.
    “Chace!”
    “What?”
    Brees is staring at me, his face a mask of irritation. “You fighting tonight or you gonna spend all your time daydreamin?”
    I focus my attention on Big Lou, seeing him sneering at me like he thinks he has a chance. I just shake my head. Fucker picked the wrong night to take this fight.
    As we’re called to fight, I try to keep an eye on Cecelia and Stretch, but Big Lou is dirty, so I can’t look away from him too often. I get shots in to his side, watching as he closes in on himself a couple times, and dropping his fists from in front of his face allowing me easy shots there. He goes down, shaking away the sting I’ve delivered.
    “Lucky shot for a little bitch.”
    “You talk too fucking much,” I reply as he gets back on his feet. I allow him to stabilize before I am attacking again. He claims to have fought a little bit in the Army. Probably during his “deployment” days so I’m sure he’s lying about that too. My left then my right connect with his face, before following up with some hits to his gut and then back to his face.
    His left eye is starting to swell and he’s spitting out blood faster than he can throw a punch now. I dance around him, watching him stumble a bit while knowing he’s about to topple over any second now. And just as he starts falling, I throw a quick look toward where Cecelia and Stretch are. They’re close. Too close for my liking, and appear to be having an intense