Jase (MMA Bad Boys Book 3) by L. Grubb Read Free Book Online Page B

had…” I don’t finish my sentence because remembering how Dan treated me in front of Jase has tears prickling the corners of my eyes.
    “What’s happened, chica?” Isabella asks from over the phone. We’ve been best friends since we were still in nappies, we went to the same schools and have stuck by each other through everything.
    “It’s Dan.” I have to take a deep breath to stop the tears falling. I concentrate on the swirling wine in my glass until I know the tears have surpassed.
    “What’s that knobhead done now?” Isabella has never liked my brother and I can’t say I blame her. She’s seen everything, was there as a shoulder to cry on when he pushed me around to try and stop me taking that job.
    “Come over? We can start at the beginning over a bottle of wine.” I’m not short of begging but there’s no need as she tells me she’ll be right over and hangs up. I’m left with my thoughts and the throb that’s aching my vagina.
    Jase sure knows how to fuck a woman into oblivion, and he definitely did that to me. To say my first time was surreal would be an understatement and I’m still gobsmacked that he would want to take me out on a date. I mean, I’m hardly a skinny Barbie doll and I don’t have that duck face down pat like a lot of women. I look constipated when I try it which makes Isabella laughter uncontrollably each time.
    The knock on my door startles me from my thoughts and I check my watch. Fucking hell, she was quick. She loves anything gossip so I didn’t think she would take long but five minutes? I’ll be surprised if she didn’t just come over in her PJ’s with no make-up on.
    Heaving myself up from the sofa, I walk to the front door and open with a smile on my face. And there she stands; hair messy around her face, no make-up and thumper PJ’s. Her dark Latino skin makes her emerald green eyes stand out and I always wonder if she’s wearing contacts, though she swears blind that they’re not.
    “Right, pour me a glass and start talking. I didn’t rush over looking like a moron to beat around the bush.” She charges into my flat and throws herself in the recliner, tossing her bag to the floor beside her.
    “Sure, boss.” I laugh, heading to the kitchen that’s just off to the side of the living room. I grab a glass and a bottle of white wine and make myself comfortable on the sofa. This may take a while after all.
    “I lost my V card last night,” I whisper into my glass. I feel the blush on my cheeks, the heat telling me it’s very much visible.
    “Say fucking what, chica?” Isabella sits straight in the recliner, eyes wide and mouth popped open in shock.
    “Yeah, Jase Carter,” I mumble, the name makes my knickers wet. He’s hot in all the right places and he knows what to do with his dick.
    “No fucking way? Are you being serious right now? MMA fighter Jase Carter?” Isabella is on the edge of her seat hands clasped tightly on the arms of the chair.
    “Jesus, Isa, of course I’m fucking serious! Can I actually get on with the story or are you going to keep interrupting?” I say, raising my eyebrows at her. She gets the hint and sits back, curling her feet underneath her.
    “Continue.” She waves her hand in the air but I can see the fizzle of excitement in her eyes. I shake my head because she’s been waiting for the day I find a man to lose it too.
    “Anyway, that was last night. Today, I went to the fire station to see Dan because he asked me to go see him… Well, he was out on a job and in the kitchen I found Jase.” I pause to take a breath because I don’t want to cry. “We had a… disagreement as such and Dan heard everything. And I mean, everything. He knows I’ve been with Jase and to say he wasn’t pleased would be an understatement. He started shouting shit at me until Jase stood in. Dan stormed off and now I have a date with Jase tomorrow night.”
    Isabella just sits there in shock, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of