Spent - Part 1 (Spent, a New Adult Romance, MMA Series) by Elise Holland Read Free Book Online Page A

running into Derrick at a Baltimore fight.  

    “Cool,” Luke’s face brightens, “Text me later and I’ll send you the address.”

    “Okay,” I smile sweetly, enraptured by his adorable expression, “See you tomorrow.”  

    “See ya later, Tasha,” Luke smiles, “And it was nice to formally meet you, Cameron,” Luke nods his head towards her, smiling kindly.  

    “You too,” Cameron mutters, her wild eyes looking over Luke’s muscular physique.  

    Once Luke walks away, I turn my attention back to Cameron. Her eyes stare at me wickedly as she sips from her coffee. Judging from the smirk on her face, one would get the impression that she just managed to strip Luke naked with her eyes.  

    “That is one delicious looking muscle-bound dildo.”

    I roll my eyes, “Ugh, Cameron! He’s a friend.”

    “Still,” she mutters, “He might be pretty fun to roll around with. Besides, it’s pretty obvious that he’s totally into you.”

    “Really?”  

    Cameron gives me her best annoyed face, “Yes, doofus. Just go with him tomorrow and enjoy yourself. If anything, it’ll at least be an excuse to get your ass out of your apartment. I’m tired of seeing you mope.”

    Pulling her wallet out of her purse, Cameron gets a few dollar bills out and sets them down on the table. Getting out of her seat quickly, she smooths out the wrinkles in her dress.  

    “I need to get back to school. And you, my dear, need to shave.”

    “Shave?” I look at her quizzically.  

    “Just in case your little tutoring session leads you two into the bedroom,” Cameron winks.

Chapter 6

    Sighing, I pull into the nearly empty parking lot for the Baltimore arena. Numerous questions run through my mind as I pull into a spot near the entrance. Should I act as a cheerleader for Luke while he fights? Should I just act professional and get the information I need for my story? Turning off the ignition, I take in a deep breath. Determined to think of Luke as nothing more than a friend and someone to interview, I grab my backpack and open the car door.  

    ***

    With a rather slow right hook from the brutish looking Kris Jackson, Luke is down on the ground. I had seen the hit coming. The way Jackson lazily threw his punches, anyone could have seen the hook coming, so why didn’t Luke? I make a mental note to try to see if I can tell if Luke might possibly have vision problems.  

    The few people who are in the stadium quickly leave. Realizing that Luke really isn’t getting very far up in ranking, I sigh. I know that the result of this fight, along with any others he loses in subsequent weeks, will only lead to him falling even further until he likely loses his pro status.  

    Standing up, I pick up my backpack from the chair beside me and make my way towards the ring. Jackson walked off the moment he realized that he wasn’t getting any applause, leaving Luke behind to sit in a corner. As I get closer to him, Luke notices me and flashes a smile. As his muscles glisten against the bright lighting of the stadium, I notice just how sexy he is, despite having a puffy left eye from the right hook Jackson dealt him.  

    Walking up the steps, I make my way through the opening and into the arena. Surprisingly, it’s my first time to ever walk into a fighting stage. I take in the scene around me. The bold colors of the flexible cord that encloses the cage isn’t as bright on the inside as it is on the outside. Instead, the inside has endured enough blood and sweat to dull the colors. Looking down, I observe the mottled staining of the floor under my feet, cringing as I think about all the people who have fought so violently on the ground I’m walking on. The fighting itself I find beautiful, but the gore that comes with it has always been something that makes my stomach churn.  

    “Never been in one before?” Luke calls from the corner.  

    “Nope,” I mutter, my eyes still locked onto the floor.  

    “It’s a little