"I heard he broke you in real good."
He stepped towards me and I took a step back. I felt disgusting. Like he was pouring his hate all over me.
"You're just another notch in his belt. You must know that sweetie."
I swallowed back tears. I knew it wasn't true. Well, not entirely.
Fuck, maybe it was true.
"Another cute little whore. But it's different for you. Because you're poor. Rich guys like him will just eat you up and spit you out. Not that I blame them."
He lurched forward and grabbed me.
"I'm sure you taste delicious."
"Let go of me you pig!"
"Fuck no. I think I deserve a taste."
He started kissing me but I turned my head. That's when I saw him.
Clayton Westfield was running at us.
Full blast.
He hit us like a ton of bricks.
I stumbled backwards and watched in horror as Clay proceeded to pummel the fuck out of Matt. He fell backwards and Clay put his foot on his shoulder.
"No man, don't!"
"What did you call her?"
"Nothing!"
He must have applied pressure because Matt cried out.
"Ow, fuck! A whore! I called her a whore!"
Clay smiled at him grimly.
"That's what I thought."
And then he pushed down. I heard a snap. Matt started screaming.
I looked up and realized a crowd had formed.
Brett was holding the trophy.
He walked over and handed it to Clay.
I guess he'd won.
"You better get out of here man."
Clay nodded and looked at me. We could hear sirens.
"Nev? Come with me?"
My boss was watching. I could tell by the look in his eyes that I was fired. I stepped around the writhing body on the concrete and put my hand in Clay's.
What else could I do?
Chapter Eighteen
Clay
"Ouch! Careful Nev!"
I was bitching, but I was loving this. We were sitting on my car down by the lake. We'd stopped at a convenience store for first aid and a six-pack of beer.
She gave me a look that clearly said 'hold still and shut up' so I did. I did love being tended to by such a pretty nurse. I had a few cuts and scrapes from tangling with Matt but it was mostly my hand that was messed up.
I'd hurt it where I'd smashed his stupid face.
It was so, so worth it though.
So far it was a very good day. Winning the tournament was just the icing on the cake. No, the best part was that Nevada was here.
Talking to me.
Not hating me.
Even though she should.
I took her hand away from my face and kissed the inside of her wrist. She stared at me, clearly not sure if she was going to let me kiss her. I stared at her lips hungrily.
And then she sighed.
I was in. I knew it. Triumph filled my chest.
I fucking heard trumpets.
I pulled her between my legs and leaned down. I kissed her slow at first, holding her tight. But then the kissed deepened.
I grunted, already feeling my cock engorge with blood.
It was a while later when I lifted my head, pulling her face to my chest. I just held her for a while. I was feeling supremely excellent, all things considered.
But I had one major problem.
No bed.
"Nev, can I take you somewhere?"
She lifted her cheek from my chest and stared at me.
"I don't know if that's a good idea Clay. Besides, where would we go?"
I smiled at her hopefully.
"A hotel?"
She rolled her eyes at me.
"As long as it's not the Sunset Inn."
I brushed her hair away from her face and nodded. I picked up my phone and found a five star hotel about twenty minutes away. I opened her door for her and jumped into the drivers seat.
I drove to the hotel like devil was on my tail. Maybe he was. Not being with her this week, not knowing if I'd ever get to hold her again, well to me, that was hell.
Nevada
I looked around the swanky hotel room. There was a king sized bed, as well as a seating area with a gas fireplace. The balcony looked out over the countryside with a spectacular sunset.
Clay came up behind me and started kissing my neck, sliding his hands all over me.
I sighed. I knew it was wrong to be meeting him like this. To be here.
But I couldn't help it. I could not resist him. I could not resist his touch.
This was inevitable.
But it was the last time.
Maybe that's why it was so different. He was touching me so gently, so tenderly. I'd always wondered what the difference between fucking and making love was.
Now I knew.
Slowly, he undressed me. I was wearing my club uniform so it should have been quick but it wasn't. He kissed each inch of my skin as it came into view.
Then he started to touch me, tease me, like only he knew how to do. I knew I would never feel anything like this again, so I tried to savor it, to memorize the feelings.