Chapter 31
There’s a loud roar from the two men beside me. I winced and elbow my way until I reached the front. “Hey watch it spongebob!” A girl snapped as I accidentally stepped on her foot.
“Sorry!” I shout over the loud roar of the crowd. She rolls her eyes and sets her attention on the fighters.
I look at the ring and gasp at seeing Blake fight for the first time. Red gloves wrapped around his hand, the color of blood. Ironically that was exactly what he was drawing out from his opponent, blood.
Sweat glistened down his body and I found myself licking my lip involuntarily. I knew he worked out a lot and that explained his sculpted muscles. But what I didn’t know was the dragon tattoo that was carved on his shoulder.
It made him more attractive than he already was.He threw a punch at the guy’s face, hitting
him square on the jaw. Blood splatters out on the mat and he stumbles back at the blow.
My skin is prickling with anxiety as I watch Blake send another jab that hits his opponent on the side of his head. The way Blake moved with so much elegance, confidence it was mesmerizing.
The way he expertly avoided his opponents jabs looked like he was born to do this, like he had rehearsed this for hours. He looked beautiful. I couldn’t look away, watching him with awe as he continues to push the guy to his limits until he knocks out from one of Blake’s blows.
The referee calls out the match and raises Blake’s hand. Blake smirks as everyone cheers from his victory. But I just stood there, staring at him, wanting to give him my own congratulations that wouldn’t be appropriate in this crowded area.
As if sensing my stare his head quickly snaps to where I am standing. I see his blue eyes widen in surprise before it quickly turns to anger as he scans my body. Oh crap he’s mad.
I squirm as he drops his hand and gets out of the ring. His long angry strides reach beside me in a couple of seconds. He doesn’t speak, only moves
one of his gloves to wrap his fingers around the bone of my wrist.
The crowd parts as he pulls me away further from them. I could feel their curiosity and glares as Blake pulled me inside an empty room. It looked like where he got ready judging by his clothes scattered on the bench.
He slams the door roughly with a bang and locks it. The noise from the crowd is now faint. I turn around to face him. Seeing the heated fury in his eyes has me shifting from foot to foot. I open my mouth to speak but he’s quick to cut me off.
“What are you doing here and what the F*ck are you wearing!?” He blasted removing the other glove and throwing them somewhere in the corner of the room.
“I-I-i needed to see you, I couldn’t sleep.” I stuttered out feeling stupid for coming here now. Maybe he didn’t want me here.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “You could’ve simply called me Ley, I would’ve come over.” He scans my body and his blue eyes blaze back with rage.
“There are many sick bastards around tonight that wouldn’t think twice in doing something bad to you. Didn’t you think before coming here dressed like that?” He snaps and racks a hand through his damp hair.
I flinch from his words, my face going a shade lighter as I realize he was right. Didn’t I learn from earlier with Peter? He must’ve noticed the moisture in my eyes because his eyes soften considerably. He sighs and comes closer until we were but a breath apart.
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