Chapter 42
Forty-Two
Hayden
“What did I say, Hayden?”
My eyes lift from my hand and look at Marco who is sitting across from me in his chair. He looks pissed but I don’t care. I don’t feel the need to give him a reaction of any sort because although he is threatening Jaclyn, it doesn’t stop me from wanting her.
And I always get what I want.
I have a fight today and Marco is threatening my earnings from the fight as if I give any shit about that.
Eric saw me with Jaclyn and watching her while she works and him being a little bitch he is, he goes in and tells Marco.
“I know what you said, Marco, but I don’t care.”
“So you want me to take her then? Is that it?”
My hands in my lap form a fist and I squeeze my hands so tight together to the point where the pressure is overwhelming but I ignore it because I’m too focused on the fact that he’s threatening Jaclyn. He’s threatening what’s mine, and for that he will pay.
Ever since my birthday, things between us have been different. She is more comfortable with me and sometimes she goes out of her way to touch my chest or arms which makes blood pump in my veins. She still blushes whenever I touch her or compliment her.
Things are going slow between us and I don’t want to pressure her into anything so I’ll go however slow I need to go with her.
“How about a deal Marco? You love deals don’t you?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
Marco squints his eyes at me as if trying to figure me out. “What could I possibly want from you, Hayden? You are just a fighter who earns me money, nothing more.”
“A fight between Eric and I,” I say and I see Marco’s eyes change from threatening to excitement and interest. “You want the fight, Eric wants the fight, and hell even your best customers want the fight.”
I’ve been thinking about this since I started getting closer to Jaclyn. I’m not letting her go now that I have her, but having her brings consequences that I need to get rid of before they actually happen.
Marco could never refuse the fight of the year for this club. He’ll bring in so much money that he could fucking build a house with it.
“And what do you get out of this?”
I stand up from the chair and rest my hands on the desk to look down at him. “You don’t touch her. You stay away from her.”
Marco’s jaw ticks. “Why is this girl so important to you?”
My jaw clenches and I remove my hands from his desk. “I should be asking you that. I mean she is just a random girl to you.” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Don’t worry about it. That’s my business.”
“Yes but you are never this serious about girls that the others bring in. Or even girls I used to bring in when I first joined. So why Jaclyn?”
“Get out of my office before I say no to the deal,” Marco demands, his hands clenching and his eyes turning dark as if he wants to put my head in the wall.
“I need your word.”
Marco’s jaw ticks again and he licks his bottom lip before saying, “You have my word. Get the fuck out.”
I refrain from pissing him off more by smiling at him. I leave his office and ignore the looks I get from his men standing outside his door.
“What were you guys talking about?” Eric asks as I walk past him to go downstairs.
“I’m sure you’ll hear from him since you’re his little bitch.”
“Jealous?” Eric smirks at the jab.
“Me and you are fighting. I don’t know the date. Marco is going to set it up. Congrats Eric, you finally get what you want.”
Eric pauses as I walk down the stairs with him. I think he’s in awe.
Eric has been wanting this rematch ever since he beat me in the first one and the only reason he beat me is because he stabbed me in the stomach. In underground fighting, anything goes. If you die, it’s not the club's problem. Cheating is allowed.
“Why?” Eric asks.
I stop walking and look at him. “Because I think it’s finally time to show everyone who is the better one between us. Don’t you agree?” Eric clenches his jaw. I almost laugh at that because him being mad just brings me joy. “Now, I have a fight in a few minutes that I need to get ready for. But you get ready for that fight, Eric. Good luck.”
I leave him standing in the hallway, glaring at me as I walk away.
Every time I talk to him it’s like talking to a fucking wall.
I make my way to my dressing room and when I unlock the door my eyes go to the figure laying on the couch, reading something on her phone.
“What are you doing here?” I ask Jaclyn, making her eyes meet mine.
“Kayden said you had a fight today and you wanted to see me before then.” That motherfucker. Jaclyn sits up from the couch and she grabs her bag. “I’ll leave. I didn’t know you were busy.”
She stands up and is about to walk past me but I grab her arm. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just didn’t expect to see you.” I pull her in front of me and rest my hand on her hip and my other hand on her jaw to make her look up at me. At times like this, when I force Jaclyn to look at me, she looks at me like she is afraid of me but not in a bad way. It’s in a way where she is weary of me and doesn’t want to do or think. “Where is everyone else?”
“Outside at the bar. They’re waiting for you to come out,” she explains and rests her hands on my chest making blood pump through my veins and fire explode on my skin. I pull her closer to me so that her legs are practically touching mine. “Where were you?” she asks, looking up at me and tilting her head to the side a little.
“I was talking to Marco.” I let go of her face and hip, grabbing her and pulling her towards the couch.
I sit down and pull her towards me so that she is straddling my lap. She places her hands on my chest as I hold onto her hips and rest my head on the couch.
“Why? What happened?” I can hear the worry in her tone .
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
“But I am worried. This club is dangerous, Hayden, and Marco is unpredictable from what I learned.”
I look at Jaclyn who is looking at me with worry and questions. She looks so innocent right now, looking at me like if anyone were to touch me she would stab them. I love how protective she is over me and that I am the only one who gets to see it.
I grab her jaw with one hand and pull her face closer to mine until our lips touch one another.
I can’t resist kissing her. My tongue makes its way between her lips and she breathes into my mouth and lets out a sigh that makes all of the blood in my body go down to my dick. I grip her hip in my hand and pull her closer.
This is the closest we have ever been where both of our bodies are pressed against each other like this and it makes me wish that our clothes were torn off so I can show her how good pleasuring her can be.
But she wants to take it slow so I’ll take it slow with her.
I bite her bottom lip making her moan into my mouth and grip onto my shirt. My hand on her jaw trails down to her shirt. I slip my hand under her shirt and groan when I feel her warm skin against mine.
“Hayden.”
“You know how hard it is, not touching you like I want to, princess,” I say before taking her lips again .
My hand makes its way to her breast and I lightly trace her nipple. She shivers and presses her chest against my hands more.
At this point, I’m basically fucking her with my tongue while she’s grinding her hips against mine. I run my thumb over her nipple, caressing the skin around it while she continues to move her hips on mine.
“You’re distracting me,” she sighs into my mouth and I can’t help but laugh because that’s what she’s thinking while we are doing this.
“It’s a great distraction.”
Before I can keep pleasuring her with my mouth, a knock on the door makes Jaclyn move her lips off mine.
I can’t help but admire what I did to her. Her lips are plumps and her eyes are filled with lust. Her cheeks are bright red as her chest heaves up and down while looking at the door.
“Night. Are you ready?”
“Yea,” I yell while still keeping my eyes on her.
Jaclyn looks at me with a guilty look in her eyes. “Sorry. I didn’t know-”
I cut her off by kissing her again, she moans in my mouth softly before I let go of her and move her so she is sitting on the couch.
Now I have to focus on something else other than her to get my head straight for this fight.