Body Lock: MMA Sports Romance

Body Lock: MMA Sports Romance by Grace Hugh

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office quickly. I don't want to see Jans right now. I'm not sure what I would say or do. I don't understand what's going on here or how he's a part of it. I’m reeling in confusion.
    "LeAnne, wait," Jans calls out as I reach the top of the stairs.
    "What do you want, Jans," I ask over my shoulder, not turning around.
    "I just want to talk," Jans says.
    "About what?"
    "You don't understand."
    "What’s to understand? I know what your father is and apparently that's what you are, too."
    "It's not like that," Jans says.
    "What is it like then?"
    "I don't like this any more than you do," he says and there’s a note of pleading in his voice.
    "Then why do you do it?"
    "I don't have a choice."
    I turn towards him and he’s right there, close, so close the musky scent of him fills my nostrils awakening feelings deep inside. I lift my head up towards him then his lips are pressed against mine. I stiffen in shock then melt into him as his arms wrap around me and stars explode in my head. My knees shake and I feel like I’m either going to fly or collapse. Just as quickly, he’s gone.
    As my eyes clear, he’s walking away from me. I watch him go, uncertain of what had just happened. My head is spinning.
    That was my first kiss and it was magical. I didn’t want it to stop.
    But I can’t wipe the memory of what happened in the office away. Am I being too harsh? Do I have any right to judge? My stomach ties itself into knots and I'm sure I can’t sleep, but I have school in the morning and have to try. I walk to my bedroom and lie down.
    Sleep finally finds me but it's not a restful sleep. I dream I’m being chased by a man whose face is beaten to a pulp. He keeps yelling ‘I'm sorry’ and he’s about to catch me when I run into Jans. Jans wraps his arms around me and I’m safe, nothing in the world can harm me. Just as we’re about to kiss I wake up again.

 
    I can’t sleep. I shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have kissed her. I toss in bed again then give up and put my arms behind my head and stare at the ceiling. I replay the scene in my memory over and over. What could I have done differently?
    LeAnne fills my mind. I’ve memorized every line of her, every curve, the sweetness of her smile, her perfect face. My dick stiffens as she fills my thoughts. She deserves better than this. She deserves better than me. I shouldn’t have kissed her.
    Fuck Vinnie. Fuck this family, fuck this business, fuck all of it. My hands ball into fists and my nails dig into my palms as anger floods through. I force myself to relax by concentrating on my heart rate and willing it to slow down until it returns to normal.
    Everything changed the day I first saw her. That ignorant prick Danny harassing her in the hall at school. The stupid fuck thinks he's somebody. He has no idea what a small fish he is in a tiny pond. High school is not life.
    When I saw him hassling her, I almost walked by. It wasn't any of my business but then I heard her stand up to him and actually looked at her. The moment I saw her I knew I had to make her mine. I intervened and had no idea my dad was going after her mom. That makes this situation more fucked up. It's not like Vinnie will actually marry her mom. She's just his current arm candy, but it doesn't change the fact that it makes things between LeAnne and me awkward.
    I roll over onto my side and sleep finally claims me.
     

     
    I avoid LeAnne in the morning. It's going to be awkward between us after last night and I'm not sure what to do yet. Once I'm sure she's left for school I go down and get my breakfast. Fruit, ground oats, and a boiled chicken breast.
    "I need you to do something for me today," Vinnie says walking into the kitchen.
    "What?" I ask.
    "I want you to go with Lou."
    "Why?"
    "Because I fucking said so," Vinnie replies.
    "I have to train," I say.
    "This is training," Vinnie says.
    I stare at him and he meets my glare. I refuse to look away until at last he blinks, I consider it a

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