EroticReverie

When I see that this "King" is Matteo, the hot guy that just talked to me in the hallway. I want to end the fight so nobody has a chance to ruin his perfect face. 

He's shirtless now and, yeah, my panties will definitely need to be retired, because my eyes are catching as much of his body as they can as I look over the heads and shoulders of the crowd. 

"Why do they call him King?" I ask. 

Max shrugs. "Just what he goes by."

"Causes hes a cocky douche..I told ya" the other guy says and I
 roll my eyes, sensing the jealousy on the dude. 

"Miss" a tall, beefy security looking guy grabs my elbow gently. I snatch my arm away and look down at him from the crate. 

"You need to come with me." the guy says and I scoff. 

"Excuse me?"  I ask. 

"King requested you." he says. 

"huh?" I say , my face in a scowl. 

The guy and Max chuckle. 

"He's in the ring" I say to the guy tossing my thumb to the middle of the room. 

"He requests your company after the fight miss" he says. 

The guy and Max both laugh and Gianna gasps and grabs my arm. 

"He wants you to congratulate him!" she gasps as if it's an honor. 

I look at her and then to the guy, the guy only shrugs as if to confirm Gianna is right. 

"Told you" Max's friend says. 

"Tell KING to fuck off." I say to the security guy, biting out his nickname with disdain , whose head jerks back slightly in surprise. 

"You mean....you don't want to join him upstairs after?" he asks. 

"ummm yeah. I think I'll have to pass." I say and roll my eyes and look to the middle of the room where the bell has just sounded and Matteo "King" and the other guy start circling before the challenger throws the first punch, and Matteo dodges it entirely, and takes his first hit on the guy, then a second, and third, the other guy holding his hands up to his face. I narrow my eyes at Matteo, wishing I could go into the ring and slap the shit out of him. 

"he asked for you specifically though" the guy says.

"So what?" I say, not feeling all that fucking honored. 

Two girls comes up to the security guy, or whoever he is, and hang onto his arm. 

"Are you looking for girls for King?" they giggle, and I make a disgusted scowl and shiver at the desperation of the two girls. 

The security guy shoos them. 

He grabs my arm this time not as gently. 

"I have to ask you to still come with me." he says. 

"Like hell" I say, but then a second later, I'm thrown over his shoulder, taken off the crate. Gianna reaches out and Max stops her. My eyes widen and I scream and pound on the guys back as he carries me through the crowd, girls and guys watching the fight, not paying any attention. 

"Put me down!" I scream as he walks through a door and into a dark hall. I start to feel the fear in my stomach, and I might puke all down this dudes back. 

He sets me down at the bottom of a set of stairs, and I see two other guys standing there, about my age, not fighters. Not as scary as the security guy that just hauled my ass in here. 

"Arabella Morelli?" the one guy asks. 

I scrunch my nose and cross my arms. 

"Tell Matteo he can suck his own dick. Cause I'm not doing it" I say and scowl, the guys laugh slightly. 

I realize the other guy is the one that was handing out beers. 

"the name is.." he sticks out his hand. 

"hyde. Yeah. I remember. Asshole" I say. 

He hides a grin and then clears his throat. 

"Yes, I'm Hyde, me and Chris here run this thing" he says. 

"Congrats, your parents must be proud" I say. "Can I go now?" 

"We like to keep the talent happy." he says. 

I roll my eyes. "So then YOU suck his dick"

Both guys laugh again slightly and look at me, neither of them are that threatening, I could probably knee them both in the balls and get away. 

I hear a bell ring and the crowd losing their minds, the muffled cheers broken when a door slams open down the hall about 20 seconds later and A group of 4 guys, and the fucking "King" himself bust through. The guys are patting his back, he's laughing and then stops when he looks up and sees me standing at the end of the hall. 

I cross my arms, and jut my hip out as I stick my one leg out in a defiant, aggravated pose. 

The other guys see me, a few of them, eyebrows jumping. 

"nice" one whispers. 

Matteo jerks his elbow into the guys side. 

Matteo's little grin gets wider, he licks his lips, and I see his lower has a cut in it. My instincts are to grab his face, and curse the other guy for damaging such perfection, but then I realize this guy is a total douche, that had his "after fight blow job" hand selected. 

"Bella" he says, taking the towel he had wiped some of his sweat off with and tosses it to one of the other guys. 

"Asshole" I say as if it's his name and he chuckles and raises a brow. 

"You forgot my name already?" he asks. 

"No, I think that name fits you pretty well, considering you had me manhandled to join in your after show congratulatory blow job party" I say. The other guys laugh and Matteo just steps slowly closer , licking his lips, his eyes on mine, until he's standing in front of me, towering over me. 

"I don't force girls to give me blow jobs. When you put your mouth on my cock, it will be because you want to." he says. 

I make a face if disgust. 

"Well, I don't think I'll be wanting to anytime soon, so maybe you and your friends should just do a little circle jerk instead" I say. 

"Thank you Hyde, thank you Chris" Matteo says to the guys behind me. "I've got it from here."

"Come up stairs with me" he says. 

"No" I say.

"Please?" he asks with a little smile. 

"And if I say no? You're gonna have Paul Blart man handle me again?" I say and at this he throws his head back, and I see a full display of his annoyingly perfect teeth. 

"No, and I apologize that he man handled you at all...I didn't tell him to make you come, only that I wanted you to." he says. 

"You can leave anytime you want." he says stepping aside slightly, but still in front of me, looking down at me. 

His eyes have me frozen in my spot, I swallow hard as he slightly cocks his head. 

"Go on....go if you want to." he says and I look to his lip. 

"You're bleeding." I say. 

He grins, swipes his thumb over his lip and inspects his finger. 

"Pretty sure I'll be alright." he says. 

"Someone should take a look at it. " I say. 

"I'm fine. The other guy got it way worse." he says. 

"Undefeated still?" I ask. 

He grins. "Yes"

"You gonna ruin my streak Bella?" he says stepping back in front of me fully , and I gasp when he slips his hand to my neck, pushing my hair from it and grabs the back of it and leans down. 

"I'm not going down on you." I say looking at him as he then smirks wider and he brings his bloodied lips close to mine. 

"But you will, eventually" he says. 

I pull back and he laughs. "I'm kidding"

I glare. "I dont think you are"

"Okay.." he says with a shrug. "I'm not." 

I push at him and step back he laughs and I start to walk away, he grabs me, and with even more ease than the other guy, Matteo lifts me up over his shoulder, holding my kicking legs as I rain my fists down over his back as he takes me up three flights of stairs and then opens the door to a room.

The rest of the warehouse is trash, but this floor is no bigger than a McDonalds restaurant and has, furniture, a tv, a radio, fridge, a table of snacks. Like some kind of green room or something. 

"Jesus christ, put me down!" I say when he leaves me casually hanging over his shoulder as he opens the fridge. 

He chuckles. "Promise not to leave?" 

"No" I spit out. 

"Hmmm" he says cracking open a bottle of water. 

"I'm feeling lucky, i'll take my chances I guess." he says leaning forward, setting me down. 

"Fuck" I say and smooth my dress down, pulling at the hem. 

"Do you bone heads just man handle women and punch each other? Is that all you know how to do?" I seethe, looking at him with annoyance and anger. 

"Bone head?" his eyes widen and then he chuckles. "I just love pet names Bella" he winks. 

"Its not a term of endearment" I say. 

He smirks. 

"Would you like a drink?" he asks. 

I scoff.

"No, cause I'm not staying." I say. 

"Right" he nods with a smirk and walks over the a tray of food. He picks up a cold cut of meat and stuff it in his mouth. 

"You eat all of that?" I ask. 

He looks over his shoulder. "No, you want some?" he asks gesturing to table of food. 

"Why so much food?" I ask. 

"A bunch of people usually come up afterwards...V.I.P's" he says with a smirk. 

I roll my eyes.

"So after some oh so lucky girl gets to stuff her face full of your dick and then cold cuts? How generous." I say. 

He laughs and walks towards me but past me, making me tense up and I turn and watch him plop down onto a black leather sofa. 

"It's the least I can do." he says with a shrug and smirk. 

I narrow my eyes. 

"You're disgusting" I say and he smirks. 

"You're the first to think so." he says and pats the couch. "Come sit." 

I cross my arms and shake my head. "No thanks."

"C'mon Morelli, just sit, I won't bite" he says with a grin. 

And only because he doesn't add 'unless you ask me to' after it I walk huff, dropping my arms , and walk over, but instead of sitting beside him I sit on the coffee table in front of him.

"You sit on coffee tables at your house?" he cocks a brow. 

"No, but I don't sit on couch with perverts either" I say. 

He laughs and takes a drink of his water, I watch his adams apple bob as he gulps it down, and then exhales as he put the cap back on, and sits up, making me sit up straighter. 

"What happened to the nice girl I met down by the beer table?" he gives a fake pout as he leans forward , and scoots closer to the edge of the couch as he sets the water bottle down beside me, resting his forearms on his legs as he keeps leaning towards me. 

i narrow my eyes. 

"True or false....you bring girls up after fights and let them give you blow jobs to congratulate you after every fight." I say and he lifts a hand scrubbing it over his face as if I'm exhausting. 

"True" he says then pushing back into his seat. 

"Why?" I ask, lifting my leg and crossing it over the other. I don't miss his eyes trying to see up my dress. Perv. I think to myself. 

"Why not?" he shrugs. "They're willing...and some are even good at it." he says and I scoff.

"That's disgusting" i say. 

He cock's a brow. 

"You're telling me you'd turn down the chance to have hot guys spread those legs and eat your cunt?" he asks. The word cunt makes me straighten up. His brow raises. 

"A different stranger, every night....no thanks" I say. 

"What about just one stranger..." he says his foot reaching out and tapping the side of my thigh high boot. 

"No." I say. 

"Hmm" he says, crossing his arms studying me. I narrow my eyes, he smirks at me. 

"You a prude?" he asks. 

I roll my eyes. 

"yes. Because I don't have desire to fall to my knees and thank you for the honor of becoming your post fight cock sucker, I MUST be a prude...that's totally it...you got me" I say and go to stand but before I can walk away Matteo grabs me and pulls me onto his lap.

"Fuck!" I yell as I fall onto him and then push at his chest. "Fuck off!" I say and he's laughing, he's not being aggressive or threatening, I can tell he thinks this is charming and is being playful , but it pisses me off when he taunts me. 

"Cmon Bella, chill." he says and I haul my hand back and smack him square across the face. 

The slap stings my hand and it freezes us both as I gasp, realizing I just slapped the face of an undefeated underground fighter, who has almost a full foot on me. 

I sit there mouth open, my jaw bobbing as I feel fear in my gut trying to form the word to apologize, but I'm too scared he's about to break my bones. I feel my eyes start to water. My hand still in the air, I snatch it back. 

His brows furrow. 

"Why are YOU crying?" he cocks his head. "I'm the one who just got smacked." he says, and his tone isn't at all angry. Which, kind of scares me even more. 

"I-..." I pause as he grabs my hips, and I gasp, flinching. 

His brows furrow again. 

"Chill Rocky.." he says as he lifts me up and places me to the side and stands up. 

I would normally laugh at the nickname if it was someone else in this situation, but I swallow the lump in my throat. He gets up and walks across the room, and I just sit there frozen. 

There's no way he's going to let me get away with smacking him right?