Love Tap のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Shadow boxing myself to release some of this aggression Pinky steps up to the mat, his hand wrapped up like a taco. He's not wearing any gear, showing off his brown gelled hair. "Hey, I heard the news about Tate," he smiles a dopey grin. I eye his hand, my chest constricting with the urge to climb out of this ring and beat Chase within in inch of his life.Huffing, I climb down and grab the towel off his shoulder."You're hand going to be okay?" I ask concerned.He shrugs, looking away. "It's a risk being in the ring with you guys. I know that."If only he knew how much of a sadistic asshole Chase was, he wouldn't be so accepting."Don't spar with that pussy again, Pinky," I can't control the authority in my tone as I demand him to stay away from Chase."Why?" he looks at me with wide eyes.I inhale a breath, wondering myself why I'm getting in the middle of this. Maybe it's because Pinky is so young, and really needs someone to look out for him."Just, listen to me,

Tate"Oh my god Tate, you can't wear that." Chloe's eyes bug out of her head as she looks me up and down. I'm wearing jeans and a black racer back tank top. I mean it's not a dress, but it's not what I wear to clean the house either. She's such a diva sometimes. I have no idea how we click like we do, we're so different."Where did he say he was taking you again?"Huffing I strip down to my bra and panties. Frustrated with what to wear."He didn't say. Which is more torture than surprising because now I'm stuck with do I dress up or not.""Hmmm." Chloe ruffles through my bags of clothes, tossing exercise clothes left and right as if they're trash themselves. "Just as I thought, you're going to need my wardrobe." She stands up, holding the bag I had my clothes in. She went through all my clothes and none of them are to her liking. I owned two dresses that Chloe would have probably approved of, and they sit in the closet in my dorm room with tags on them. "I'm not wearing y

"Thank you." She smiles at him, and enters the room. He nods, clasping his hands together but he doesn't leave."Are you waiting for a tip?" I ask incredibly.He smirks."That would be great, I mean I did walk you all the way up here," he shrugs with a dopey grin.I look down, rubbing my cheek. "Walked us all the way up here, huh?" I laugh.Grabbing him by the shoulder I push him back a few steps to where Tate can't hear what I'm about to say. I'm trying my best to be a gentleman tonight, but this fucker is pushing my buttons."You want a tip? Don't eye another man's woman, especially in front of him." I squeeze his shoulder, and he shrinks in my hold, his knees buckling. "Especially a fucking fighter's woman.""Yes sir," he squeaks, his face pinched with pain.I let him go, shoving him back a few steps."Fucking prick." I mutter under my breath. Stepping inside the room, I kick the door shut.Tate is standing in front of a large king size bed, her arms crossed."

TateOne week later"Keep your chin up!" Camden taps my chin with his glove, and I push my head up. My eyes setting on his.When we got back from our date night I went and checked on my dad then went to Camden's. As soon as I walked in he made fucked me against the door. The hostility and resentment finally gone, we haven't been able to keep our hands off each other since. He slaps me in the side of the head, grabbing my attention."Focus!" he scolds, his face hard. "The fight is in two days." He reminds me. I nod, narrowing my eyes on his hands as I spar with him."You're not wearing out as quickly, that's good." Camden praises. "I'd like to take praise for that, keeping you in my bed probably helped with that," he states smug.I roll my eyes."I wouldn't go that far.""Tate, this is Reba, she is going to be your wardrobe." Debs states from outside the ring.I lower my hands, and spit out my mouth guard as I look her way.A tall skinny blonde woman stands next

Laying on Camden's hard chest, I stare out the window.His fingers lazily graze along my back, and the fingers on my left hand absent mindedly draw circles on his pec, as if I'm drawing a work of art on his silky skin. We didn't have sex. As soon as we got in the room, we both stripped and climbed under the crisp sheets of hotel bed and just laid here.All I wanted was to be next to him. My mind too far gone to even think about sex."You did good today," he whispers, his voice husky from the thick silence."I didn't know what to say or do. I feel... I just want to fight you know." I reply, still staring out the window. His chest rises, as an exhale slowly spills from him."I know, but it's a part of it. You need to make sure this is what you want, because if you win... this part of the processes, the lights and camera's, it's going to get worse." His hand stops as he speaks from experience. "I know," I mutter under my breath. Using my hands I push myself up, and look down