EroticReverie

I go to my room, throw myself into bed with a grumble and lay there. Not until a few hours later do I get up, because someone is blowing up my phone, and my heart drops when I pick it up and see they're all texts from Gianna....not..Matteo.

"omg so what time am I picking you up?" 

"omg i'm so excited!" 

"I can't believe he's going to fight Sniper!" 

Wait...what?

I read the rest of the texts.

"so hot, omg, you need to wear something super hot to cheer him on." 

I call Gianna. 

"What are you talking about?" I ask. 

She's confused, she knows I spent the night with him, but she doesn't know the full details, and I don't know how to tell her them without explaining Matteo's personal business, which I don't want to do. 

I just tell her that nothing happened, and he brought me home. She doesnt buy it. So I spill the beans, leaving out the reason why I babysat his niece and nephew, and just saying he had a family emergency.  Then I tell her about today.

"A...are you blind?" she scoffs. "You think he brings those self proclaimed hoochies home with him? Or that any of them have met his family? I'll admit, letting chicks suck his dick after games is totally a douche guy thing to do...BUT...he COULD have had any other girl in the room go down on him...but he invested his time...with you...spent the night on the floor beside you? Girl...come on." she sighs. 

I swallow, because she's right. But it still doesn't ease all of the nagging in my gut , that I'm just something he wants, until he gets it. 

"Bitch...I'm picking you up at 9. And you're going to apologize and tell that, hot Italian god that you want to have his babies." she laughs, teasing me. 

I laugh slightly, and sigh. "I'll go , but...I don't think he wants to talk to me anymore." I say.

"bullshit...see you at 9 crazy..gotta go...ciao!" she hangs up with a smooching sound. 

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Tonight the dress I wear is red, cherry red. It's a tight short sleeved figure hugging bodycon dress. It's shorter than I normally would wear, but Gianna insisted I borrow it. Instead of a straight around hemline, it curves up just slightly on the sides of my legs, making it even shorter on the sides, by just a little bit. 

I redo my hair up into a high pony and put on a matching shade of red lipstick, make my winged liner a bit thicker, a bit longer, and more dramatic. 

I laugh when Gianna hands me red stilettos. 

"I'm not wearing those to the fight." I say rolling my eyes, and grab a pair of red sneakers, with white bottom soles, and white laces.

"A...no....no.." Gianna shakes her head. 

"You can NOT wear sneakers with THAT dress." she says. 

"I'm not wearing stilettos, I want to be comfortable." I say. 

Eventually she gives in, and we make our way to the fight. 

I check my phone several times. No texts or calls from Matteo. 

Apparently the fight tonight was last minute, and if Matteo wins against this guy, he's going to get at least 5 figures. Gianna fills me in that this guy is also dangerous in the ring. Which does nothing to make the queasiness in my stomach any better.

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Inside it's packed. Cars in the lot outside the warehouse were parked everywhere, blocking other cars in, and in here, it's hot, and sticky with all of the bodies. Me and Gianna push our way through, she grabs us each a beer first this time before going in. 

Hyde, the same guy who ran the beer table last time and is friends with Matteo, notices me and quirks a brow. 

I pretend not to see him as I grab my beer from Gianna's hand. 

"Arabella!" Hyde yells as we start to walk away. 

I turn my head, my ponytail snapping. He motions for me with his finger. I sigh and walk back. 

"I should thank you" he says. 

I make a face of annoyance. "For what?"

"For making me all this money tonight." he says. 

"What?" I say still not knowing what the hell he's talking bout.

"I've been trying to get Matteo to agree to this fight for a year. When he called me to say he wanted to fight tonight...I knew it had to have something to do with you...I knew he'd either had a really good time last night....or a really bad one....either way....thanks babe" he says with a knowing wink. He knows I've pissed of Matteo and that's why he's taking it. Son of a bitch.

"where is he?" I say scowling.

I hear a bell sound and an announcer. 

Hyde just points to the ceiling, to the sound of the bell. 

"Sounds like he's about to make me some money" he says. 

"Asshole" I mutter and push back towards Gianna, grabbing her hand and pushing and shoving my way into the crowd. 

I can't see over the sea of tall people and try jumping and pushing my way through, but we get shoved back and I curse. 

I can hear the groans from the crowd, I can hear the sound of punches, the sound of the crowds gasps, and the flinches everyone makes. I start to panic and run through the crowd to the back of the room and I climb up one of the many tall large racks left in this basement of the warehouse. 

I push up, holding onto one of the bars and looking down over the heads of the people and see him. Matteo, blood, dripping down his face. I actually scream. 

The crowd is a mix of chants for King, and chants for Sniper. Everyone is rowdy as hell and Matteo lands another punch to the guys jaw, sending his head flying back. Just when I think Matteo has the upper hand, the other guy sends Matteo's blood spraying across the circle of space as I watch Matteo stumble back. Jesus christ, my heart pounds and I scream for him, but my voice is lost over the hundreds of others. I call him by name not by his fighting name.  

"I can't fucking watch this" I yell to Gianna, and climb down the rack and go to dart through the crowd, to what? Stop the fight? To throw myself between two giant men throwing fists and putting mma style moves on one another?

The fight is called, when Matteo lands a punch that knocks the other guy out entirely. 

While everyone celebrates, his friends raise his arms and I finally, finally push my way to the middle of the room and get a good look at him. His face, his gorgeous face. His mouth, is bleeding, his eyebrow, split open, and already is forming a fucking black eye. 

He sees me, his eyes on me as I stand there, tight lipped, angry and sad at the same time. He just watches me stand there as his friends pat his back and shake his shoulder, telling him he did it. He gives a slight twitch of a smile, and turns, and lets them lead him out, and no doubt upstairs to his room. 

I push past the people, trying to go after him, but I can't get through them all and I get jostled around. When I go to the hall that I was taken to last time, there's a flood of girls, and guys trying to get up to the "VIP" area. 

nobody is let by. Security announces that nobody will be let up until he's looked over and stitched up. 

Stitched up?! I jump and try to push past but the security guy holds me back. 

"I'm Arabella, tell him Arabella needs to see him! I have to make sure he's okay!" I whimper. 

The security guy rolls his eyes. "He already has his girls for the night sweetheart, move along" he says and my eyes flare and I grit my teeth. 

That son of a bitch. 

I wait a little while longer then I decide a different approach, when the one security guy isn't looking. I look down at my feet, thanking the underground fighting gods that I wore sneakers instead of heels. Because I dash past him, and he yells , turning and running after me. I book it down the hall and Hyde is standing with a few other guys at the bottom of the stairs and holds up his hands. 

"Whoa whoa whoa.." he says. "Where do you think you're going?" he shakes his head as I come to a stop, panting. 

"I need to see him" I say as the security guard comes up grabbing my arm.

"LET GO OF ME!" I scream, loud enough to make the guy jump. 

Hyde waves him off. 

"It's fine." he says to the guy, and I tug my arm from his grip. 

"I need to see him" I say again and go to push past him.

"I don't think you want to go up there sweetheart...he's...very busy" he clears his throat with a chuckle, and the other guys laugh. 

"You see that one chick?" one guy says to other holding his hands in front of his chest.

"You think they were real?" the other says, and they both laugh. I look at Hyde. 

"Fuck off." I say, pushing him and he let's me go right up, I take the stairs as fast as I can.

When I push in through the door, everyone in the room looks to me. 

The room is filled with about a dozen guys, and double the amount of girls..without...shirts on....and....no bras. I seethe as I look over to the couch and find mister King himself. Sitting there, getting cleaned up by a guy, who is putting stitches in his eyebrow. He winces slightly and then finally looks over to me. 

"Sorry, tonight the only way to get in is to get topless." a guy says. "If you're going to stay, you gotta lose your top, or in your case.." he gives a sleazy smile. "Your dress" 

"Hey jackass....go fuck yourself" I snap and look back at Matteo who is slightly smiling, his lips twitching. 

I start to walk over to him. A top less chick with her giant tits, no doubt the one the guy downstairs was talking about, comes over.

"We got here first sweetie, and we're waiting..." she gives me the fakest sweet smile. "Wait your fucking turn to talk to King" she gives a smug little smile. 

I turn to her, with a murderous glare and her eyes widen. 

"I'll rip your fucking implants out of your fucking chest, and shove them down your god damn throat ..BITCH" I growl. But she rolls her eyes and backs off. 

I turn back to Matteo who is grinning wider now. 

"Stick around.." I say to the guy stitching him up, finishing off the last one. "He might need more when I'm done with him" I say glaring at Matteo.

The guy  pauses a moment and Matteo just looks up at me, with a  fucking swollen eye, and another god damn cut on his lip. 

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask and clench my fists, so frustrated.

"What are you doing here?" he says and licks his lip, wincing. 

"Thought you didnt want to be a groupie?" he says leaning back, lifting the bottle of whiskey in his hand taking another swig. 

"Fuck you Matteo" I say and snatch the bottle from his hand and slam it down. 

He gives a little smirk. 

"Change your mind then?" he says, fucking smartass.

"Get the fuck up, and let's go" I say. 

He laughs. "sure." he throws his arm over the back of the couch and looks to the girl that I just threatened. He nods her over.

She happily walks over and starts to sit down, and I grab her by the fucking hair and yank it back. 

"Don't you fucking touch him" I growl. The girl whines and one of the guys pulls at me another guy pulls at the other girl.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" I scream, and even Matteo yells the same thing. 

"Get your fucking hands off her Jordan" he snaps and stands up. The guy grabbing me releases me and I look at him with a glare than snap my eyes back at Matteo.

Who, without my heels on and just these sneakers, towers over me. 

His breathing is heavy, his bare chest is rising and falling as the room stays quiet around us, watching the exchange. 

"Tell them to bring your fucking car around.." I say. 

He cocks his busted brow and winces slightly. 

"Why?" he grits his teeth. 

"Because...if you don't I'm going to slap you until those stitches come loose." I say. 

He fights a little smile. 

"Slap me then....go on...do it." he says. 

I tighten my lips and lift my hand to bring it forward, and he catches it, the girls in the room gasping and murmuring. 

He grins down at me. "Get the fucking car Matteo" I say. 

"Why?" he growls again, as he steps closer, whipping my arm down, and pinning it behind my back as he pulls me into him. 

"Because you fucking smell...and need to wash your face" I say and the corner of his mouth turns up. Remembering what I told him just the other night.