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    “That was amazing,” LC gushes beside me as we walk down the back hallway with Bruce, one of the security guards, on our tail. “I mean, I haven’t seen anything like it! Ever! You barely got touched.”
    Using the towel draped around my neck to wipe away the sweat on my forehead, I reply, “I don’t like to get hit.”
    She smirks and types away something on her phone. “Well, obviously that’s not a problem for you, is it? God, your speed and movements, then the raw look of it all on your face. It was just…so…hot.”
    Do you hear that? Those sound like alarm bells. I’m not stupid. She might as well be holding a giant ‘Fuck Me Please’ sign with a neon flashing arrow pointed at her. Not gonna happen.
    “LC—”
    “Jake says he would rather you not go out for the night if possible.” she reads the text message off her phone. “Now if you would like to—”
    “I wouldn’t.” I quickly inform her as we get into one of the private elevators that will take us to the resort side of the hotel.
    Am I fucking sick? I’m in Vegas, home of the legal…everything, post winning my first fight in the pros and I don’t wanna go out. No I don’t fucking drink, but I love a good party. At least I used to love a good party. What the fuck is wrong with me? Wanna check my temperature? No…not that way. Though keep looking at me like that and I might just take yours…
    “You sure?” LC asks typing away on her phone again.
    “I’m sure. I wanna go up to my room, take a long fucking shower, and call it a night.”
    Maybe have phone sex again with my girl. You’re damn right we’ve been having phone sex. Text sex. Skype sex. Now, if only we could have fucking virtual sex. Then…and only then would my boys below the belt start singing something other than the blues.
    “Before you call it a night, we need to go over your itinerary,” she insists as the elevator dings open to my floor. My head snaps to give her an annoyed expression and she innocently shrugs. “Requirement from Jake. You need to know what is expected on a post-fight morning. Different city means slightly different routine. And just because fight one is down, doesn’t mean we get a break. You’ve got another one in about three and a half weeks. Double in pay.”
    Ya know I used to be skeptical when they would say shit like ‘Money Talks’ because frankly pussy talks louder, but right now…money is screaming.
    “Alright.” I let her swipe my key card to open the door before handing it to me.
    Should I be wondering if she has her own copy?
    Entering my room, I immediately eye the bed ready to just flop onto it right away. It’s a luxury suite, decorated in some sort of weird shapes and patterns.
    Feels like an art snob threw up in here.
    “Go ahead and shower off.” LC drops down on the edge of my bed pulling her phone to her ear. “I have to make a quick phone call anyway.”
    Walking past her to the bathroom, I shut myself inside. It looks incredible from the whirlpool bubble bath tub to the glass shower, the heated floors and toilet seat.
    If this place has the feeling of being in a fucking palace then why don’t I feel like a king? Why is it the only thing I can see when I look into this overly bright, giant ass mirror is how much I wish it were Maxx waiting on that bed on the other side of the door? Have I always been this totally and utterly pussy whipped? You know what. Don’t answer that.

Chapter 8
Maxx
    “I mean it, Dean.” I point a stern finger at him. “Straight to the hotel. A shower. And changed.”
    “Got it,” he answers his tongue sliding out of his mouth while his head tilts to the side, a girl in a short mini skirt now having all his attention.
    Look familiar?
    Snapping my fingers in front of his face, he moves his head back and his eyes fall on me. “Dean—”
    “I promise.” He grins mischievously.
    “And yet I don’t find that comforting.”
    Miranda speaks up, “I will make sure he makes