Chapter 6
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Thank God James is coming to dinner with me later. This gives me a viable
reason to be out with Natalia past eight.
Normally my dad's would be too worried about me going to a party with her or
something, but after telling them I'd meet up with my brother in a few hours,
nobody questioned it.
I tell James I'm either going shopping first or just wandering around town with
my best friend.
It's best that he doesn't know about the underground ring. I dress in my usual
black skinny jeans, putting a corset top on like I do often and throw a leather
jacket on before giving my dad's a kiss and heading out.
Jumping in my Corvette, I take off down the driveway, picking up Natialia on
the way.
"Maybe you'll find a hot coach or something," I tell her when she complains
about not having a boyfriend to watch.
She takes what I say to heart and gushes about how cool that would be.
I laugh at her silliness and make sure to grab my ID before getting out of the
car. I don't need Natalia flashing people.
Acher trues to his word must have had a talk with Mick because he doesn't
ask for my ID when we get to the door.
I head back and send my friend to save our seats.
I know it's against the rules and probably morally wrong to step foot in the
men's locker room, but if I don't, then I can't see Archer before the fight.
I've done it before so it's not a surprise and as long as I don't look at the other
guys, he doesn't seem to care.
Pushing the door open, I look for my boyfriend.
I lock my eyes on his figure and makes sure it doesn't stray as I make my way
over.
Some of the men who must be new seem alarmed at my presence, but others
give me pats on the back and a few whistles.
Unfortunately, since I'm trying so hard not to look at the BAISICALLY naked
men, I don't notice one walking backwards.
I hit him with force, but the wall of muscle isn't fazed.
Stumbling back a few steps, the man reaches out to me.
His hands wrap around my waist until I'm steady and I look up at his chuckling
face.
Wow.
This man is incredibly handsome. He seems like a bodybuilder with all the
muscle he possesses, and I struggle not to gape.
"That's my bad Hun," he says in a surprisingly soft voice.
"But I do have to ask, you know this is the men's locker room right?"
I smile a bit embarrassed. "Yeah I'm ju-"
I'm cut off when the man is pushed aside and a seemingly bothered Archer
clad only in a towel takes his place.
"She's here for me. New guy, my girlfriend. Girlfriend, new guy."
"Skye," I introduce formally since Archer didn't do a great job.
"Stark," the man says flashing a breathtaking smile.
"Yeah great now that everybody knows everybody..."
Archer steers me back to his bench sets me on his lap like a child.
"You know I love when you come see me, but you can't talk to guys here," he
says seriously.
I nod and he gives me a good long kiss.
"I need to get ready. I'll see you out there and you can come back after the
rounds okay?"
I nod and give him the usual good luck kiss before heading back to the door.
Stark stares a bit blatantly, causing me to rush out faster.
He's handsome as hell, but Archer's right. I should be talking to these guys.
I head to the seats to find Natalia a few yards away flirting with one of the
referees.
I catch her eye and wiggle my brows teasingly.
Somebody's got their eyes fixed.
She doesn't come back over until it's time for the matches to begin and by
then I'm impatiently waiting for Archer to kick someone's butt.
The first two come in the ring. A newcomer and one of Archer's regular
sparring partners.
There must be alot of people just joining the ring.
Not surprising at all, the new guy looses. This is the same outcome for the
next two matches.
That is until Stark walks out.
His eyes ignore the opponent already waiting in the ring. Instead he scans the
crowd, fining my gaze almost instantly.
He smiles and gives a quick wink before getting in the ready position.
Though he's taller than his opponent, the other man is built like a rock. That's
saying something considering Stark is also huge.
When the match begins, it doesn't last but four seconds.
Everything moves in slow motion as the ref signals the start.
Stark throws the first punch right to the man's face and before anyone can
blink, he does a round house kick to the other side of the man's head,
effectivly knocking him unconscious.
I gape at the instant victory and look up to meet the newcomers proud gaze
thats fixed directly on me.
"Someone has an admirer," Natalia whispers while clapping with the furiously
chanting crowd.
By the time I look back to the stage, he's gone and Archer walks up with the
usual fire in his eyes.
The difference is that this time, he hops out of the rings and starts towards
me.
I meet him halfway and he traps me in a bruising.
He holds me in a practical vice grip until he's had his fill.
"Just needed some more good luck," he says before going back to the ring.
The crowd voices their opinions loudly, most of what they say being dirty.
When the match begins, it seems almost... Well... Annoying. Archer's
opponent is a coward to say the least. He dodges frantically and hardly tries to
hit.
It takes about fifty seconds to get a tap out.
They disappear into the back until the second round for the winners
commence.
With twenty four fighters, there are two matches per person a night.
The competition is spread out over a period of three weeks, loads of matches
being held every Wednesday night.
Archer already made it through the first match so he's going to come out again
sometime later.
As the second rounds come into play, the first one up is the winner of the first
match and...
Stark.
I silently wish him the best of luck even though he probably won't need it. His
actions surprise me though. Instead of fighting, he copies Archer's actions.
He hops over the side of the ring and heads towards me.
The crowd gasps and ooohhhss, thinking no man in his right mind would do
what I think he's about to do.
But he does.
Before I can register what's happening, Stark plants his warm lips right on
mine.
In. Front. Of. Everyone.
- Writer
