Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male: BWWM Romance (3 page)

“So are you guys going to hit the bars along South Street?”             

He laughed and shook his head. “I hope not.”

My eyebrows rose. I asked him as I made someone a drink, “No? Why not? Is the scene too fast for you?”

He laughed and said, “Uh, no actually. I mean… Can I be honest with you?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “The purpose of hopping around bar to bar, in my opinion, is to seek that atmosphere you like. Or maybe it’s to find someone to take home with you. Well, for me…I would be dumb to leave this place, since I have the best of both.”

Now normally I would be offended, especially since he was about to be on a date. I would have normally had a great comeback line for his “take someone home” comment, but I was at a loss. His eyes were searching mine and completely undressing me. I couldn’t do anything but smile.

I finally gathered myself and said, “Your Texan charm is lost on me, country boy.”

He smirked devilishly and said, “Well, shit. I better work on that then, so maybe I can put more than just my charm on you.”

Okay, this guy is definitely having an effect on me. I was speechless. All I could do at that point is move away from him and continue making drinks.

Okay, Max. Get a hold of yourself. This isn’t like you
. I coached myself. I mean, I’m supposed to be the clever one here. I shouldn’t be out-matched. I shouldn’t be unnerved by him. I should be in control of this situation. But as I looked down the bar at him, I knew that wasn’t true. Just watching him talking to another bar skank made me even more jealous than before.

I felt Mimi nudge me. I thought she was going to say something about my lack of focus—or, better yet, who my focus was on—but she didn’t. She simply gave me a shot of vodka.

“Just drink this and loosen up.”

I looked at her strangely until I saw Tiny and Lulu walk past the bar and head to the back. I then felt dread creep up in me. Just that fast, I forgot that I was performing. I took the shot. She poured another one, and I took that too. I finally looked over in the Texan’s direction, and I saw he was signaling me. I took a deep breath and headed in his direction. I poured him another Scotch, and he took that opportunity to lean into me. I could have sworn he smelled me.

He said, “Can I ask you something?” Again he didn’t wait for a response. “Was that your boyfriend back at the gym?”

I nodded, unable to find my own voice.

He continued, “So you’re into fighters?”

“Not particularly, but they’re okay. How long have you been fighting?” I asked him, feeling the dread of the reality that here I am a kept woman, so to speak, and I was so affected by another man.

“Well, in two days it will be my first fight.”

My eyes grew wide, and he smiled.

I said, “Holy crap! Are you kidding me? And…um…who are you fighting?”

He shrugged and said, “Uh…I think they call him Choir Boy.”

I laughed and said, while grabbing a bottle of Coors Light to hand to some patron, “They paired you up with Choir Boy. Wow, they seem to think you have no chance in hell.”

“What do you mean by that? You don’t think I could take Choir Boy?”

I shook my head, saying, “I’m not saying that at all. I mean, besides the fact that you don’t seem to be the fighting type, I’m saying Choir Boy isn’t at all a saint. He’s a dirty fighter that will do anything—bite, claw, or knee you in the nuts—just to get a jump on you. His main goal is not to win but to mess with you and make you rethink this whole MMA thing.”

He nodded. He was seemingly quite amused with what I said. “Well, thanks for the low-down on him. I’ll be sure to watch my nuts.” He started to laugh as he drank his Scotch.

I shrugged and said, “Well, I’m just trying to look out for you.”

What?
I chastised myself.

He smiled and said, “Wow! I have a guardian angel of my very own to look out for me.” He bowed his head to me and said, “Well, thank you, angel. I really appreciate that. I hope you’re there to cheer me on too.” He then reached his hand out to me. “Mason.”

I placed my hand in his tight grip, and we shook. “Max.”

We looked into each other’s eyes. I swear, at that moment I wanted to be nowhere but right there with him.

He smiled and said, “Well, Max, it’s very nice to meet you. I hope you will come to the fight to see how well I handle Choir Boy.”

I smiled back and blushed, as I saw his eyes travel from my lips to my breasts and then all the way down the front of my shirt. I suddenly felt Mimi’s arm around me.

Wearing a wry smile, she said, “Wow, so you’re the Texan she’s been going on about.”

I was completely mortified, especially since I realized he still had my hand. I took my hand back from him, as my eyes grew wide and my mouth fell open. I should have known she would have been lurking around, watching our exchange and putting two and two together.

I couldn’t look at Mason directly in the eye. I just filled up his glass and turned to leave the back of the bar. I knew at that moment that I couldn’t speak to him again in my lifetime.

I knew she was completely embarrassed, but I couldn’t say anything to ease her mind. At the time, I was in shock. I couldn’t believe, number one, how beautiful she truly was. Her light brown eyes were a sexy contrast to her chocolate skin. I could smell her perfume, and it was doing a number on me. Yup, that’s right. I inhaled her deeply. Secondly, I was stunned that she was talking about me. I smiled at that and looked in the direction she escaped to, wanting to follow her.

“Don’t worry, big boy. Stick around. It will be well worth it. Trust me.”

The girl with the black hair winked and started filling orders.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would see Max here. I’m supposed to be waiting for Alex and Rachel and whatever girl she picked for me at the bar owned by Lou, and I wanted nothing more than to ditch them and go looking for Max.

I grabbed my phone to text Alex and tell him that I was bailing on him when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him coming towards me. He had this stupid grin on his face, and I started to groan and shake my head. I knew what that look meant. I turned back around and signaled for another bartender to take my order.

I turned back around and noticed Alex leading Rachel to this table that was positioned in the front corner of the bar. Behind Rachel, I saw a blonde woman with long, straight hair lying flat down her back. She wore a blue form-fitting dress that delicately contoured all her curves and accentuated her breasts. She was a very attractive woman, but what turned me off instantly was the way she was frowning at the people around her. Clearly this wasn’t her scene, and I had to wonder who the hell did Rachel think I was?

I ordered two white wines, top shelf of course, and two Coronas. When I turned back around, Alex was walking straight towards me with that stupid grin still on his face.

“So what do I have to look forward to?” I asked him.

“Behold the ice princess,” he said, thumbing behind him. “Oh, you are in for a
great
night.”

I looked behind him at the table where the two women were seated, and then I looked back at Alex. “She looks as if she might get syphilis if she touches anything.”

“Yup, a real treat!” Alex mumbled.

I told the bartender to leave my tab open and only let Alex charge on my account. He nodded, and after Alex grabbed our bottles, we headed to the table where our dates awaited.

As I walked up to the table, Rachel leaned into my date and pointed to me. At first, her facial expression didn’t change. I mean, it wasn’t like I was dressed to the nines. I had on blue jeans and a black button-up shirt. But when she saw my watch, she started to smile. I smiled back politely, but inwardly I cursed my luck. I looked at Alex and realized why he had that stupid grin on his face. He knew I would have a blood-money sucking woman on my hands.

The titanium Rolex on my wrist was a dead giveaway that I had money. Most people don’t pay attention to my watch. They assume it’s just an average silver watch, since there’s no marking on it. But those that come from money or a privileged lifestyle know exactly what’s being sported on my wrist.

Rachel introduced Amber, my date, to me. As she looked again at my watch and then up to my face, she gave me her best money-grubbing smile and leaned into me. Of course I am polite, or as polite as I can be, and I smiled as I handed her the drink I bought. She grasped the glass, and I pulled out the seat next to her.

We made small talk. I asked her where she was from, what she did for a living, and shit like that. To be honest, I wasn’t paying any attention. I couldn’t tell you what she said. I was being distracted by the frat-type-looking guy next to me talking about his sister and her friends that were going to perform in a minute. One of his friends seemed to just want to bail, but the other guy told them no. He wanted to see the show, and then they could bounce.

I looked up at the stage in front of me where a DJ was setting up, and I wondered if this was for the performance.

“So, Mason. What do you do for a living?”

I turned and found Amber smiling at me. “I’m sorry, darling. What did you just say?”

I let my Texas accent come through strong, and Alex chuckled. Most of the time I don’t let my accent come out. I was trained as a SEAL to fit in no matter where I was, so I had to lose the accent I had for nineteen or so years.

The effect of my accent wasn’t lost on her, as she smiled brightly and asked her question again. I took a sip of my beer and said to her, “I’m a cow-herder back on my daddy’s farm in Texas.”

Alex choked on his beer, and Rachel frowned. I knew Rachel didn’t know what I did for a living, but she must have had some kind of idea since the shock was evident on her face.

Amber was horrible at hiding her disapproval, but she seemed to be overlooking that fact and continued to smile at me. “Oh, that sounds exciting.”

I was about to tell her about the pigs we also have on the farm, when the DJ started talking on the mic. “What’s up, bar rats?!” The DJ yelled unnecessarily into the mic.

Everyone in the bar erupted in acknowledgement with applause, whistles, and screams. I was intrigued for three reasons. One was that the pretty bartender told me to stick around because I wouldn’t regret it, so I couldn’t wait to find out why. Second, I’d been looking over at the bar ever since I moved to the table. I hadn’t seen Max come out from the back, and that was killing me, by the way. And third, this place is obviously waiting for something exciting and entertaining to happen. When I look around, it seems that the men in this place are gathering closer to the stage.

“It’s Friday night, and you know what time it is…Open mic night! We have a treat for you horny degenerates out there. Its ladies night, and we have five groups of women to shake their asses for you tonight. I have to tell you that they are HOT!”

Everyone cheered and hollered. I looked over at my table companions, and they looked intrigued, well except for the debutant sitting next to me. She frowned and looked like she wanted to be any place but here.

The DJ spoke over the uproar, “Alright, you pervs. Calm down. Before we get this show on the road, I heard there’s a man about to give his soul to the devil. Mikey, where you at, man?”

The guy next to me who talked about the sister stood up, and the other frat boys cheered him. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties, tall with black hair he kept short. He had pale blue eyes and looked oddly like the pretty bartender that made Max blush and leave.

“So, you’re getting married tomorrow, I hear. Well, it seems we have a treat for you and every lusting heterosexual male in this place. So without further ado, put your hands together for WDMD!!”

Most of the men in the bar started whistling and yelping. I became thoroughly intrigued. The lights went down a little, and three women appeared on stage. They were each wearing a men’s white dress shirt, a loose form tie, black skin-tight underwear, and high heels. The DJ started playing a song that I never heard before. One of the women on the stage started singing and looking right at Mikey, who was beaming with excitement.

I instantly recognized the bartender who was standing on the right of the lead singer, and she looked pretty hot too. The other one on stage wasn’t too bad either. The lead singer was light-skinned and short, but had curves and shapely legs that made your mouth water. She wore her hair straight and long, cascading down her back. I saw Alex out of the corner of my eye, and he seemed to be concentrating really hard on the girl.

The other singer out there was a nicely shaped blonde who also wore her hair out but curled. She was taller than both of the women on stage and had a nice, shapely figure as well. As the three sang, I realized that I heard the song before but didn’t know when. All I know is that they kept singing “loosin’ up my buttons, baby,” and they would undo one button at a time during their performance.

They then made it down to the floor and danced in front of the frat boys, and they, as well as the rest of the crowd, ate it up. I have to admit too they were good. They moved their bodies and hips very seductively and in sync, showing just the right amount of skin to keep you guessing and wanting more. They could also sing and harmonize, which sounded great. To me, they sounded better than the group that sang the song in the first place. The three women exposed a portion of a great looking, black laced bra and flat four-packed stomach muscles that probably made every male in here want them. They never removed the shirt, and it stayed buttoned with only one button left.

I signaled for the bartender by the bar by holding up my beer to bring us another round, and he nodded. I looked over at Alex who was smiling.

“Are you really enjoying this?” Amber asked me.

“It’s cool,” I shrugged trying not to show my excitement.

She shook her head and laced her fingers through mine. “Why don’t we get out of here and go to your place?”

I looked into her green eyes and smiled. On any other day, I probably would’ve said yes. Hell, ever since I’ve been home, Alex has made it his mission to try and get me laid every day. Not that I need any help in that department. I know for a fact that I am a god among men in the looks department. He seems to think it’s his duty as my friend to look out for me, though. And who am I to deny him?

I looked over at him, and he nodded in Amber’s direction and smiled. I looked at Rachel, and she had the same stupid look on her face too. I sighed and thought that, since I hadn’t seen Max since she bolted on me, I probably should chalk up this day and take Amber home.

I leaned into Amber and said, “After this last round, we can call it a night.”

That seemed to please her, as I knew it would, and she nodded. Someone placed our drinks on the table. I thanked them and took a swig of my beer, keeping my eyes on Amber.

Amber then leaned into me again and said, “I can’t wait for us to get better acquainted. Don’t you feel the same way?”

I was about to tell her, “Sure.” But then, the most heavenly voice filled the air that I had ever heard in my entire life. I turned around and saw that the same three women were back on stage with their backs to the crowd. I saw someone coming out of the darkness at the back of the stage, moving slowly to the front. She wore the same outfit that the other three had on, but she looked fucking amazing in her costume. Her legs, which seemed to go on for days, were muscular and sculptured. Her thighs…holy shit…I imagined them wrapped around me instantly.

I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms, trying not to show how much she was affecting me. At this moment, I was completely thankful that I decided to wear loose-fitted jeans, because my dick was punching at the front of my pants. Seeing women half-naked at a strip club had never done anything to me. I was never impressed. But seeing this woman move her body in such a way made me want to rip her shirt open and lick her from head to toe. I was shook.

I realized she was singing Rihanna’s song,
S&M
. I have to say I wasn’t a fan of the girl’s music. But I am now, especially if Max is singing. She continued to pull the crowd in with her voice and her movements. She moved her hands up and down her body while she swayed her beautiful hips.

Towards the end of the song, things got interesting. She walked down from the stage, with help from a beefy bouncer that I noticed in the shadows, and she headed straight for the guy next to me. I watched the way she looked at him. It wasn’t that she wanted him, but she played with him for the crowd and his buddies. I noticed one of the guys closest to me started to get a little excited. Just as Max wrapped her arms around the one getting married, one of his friends reached out to touch her.

I found myself grabbing a sensitive pressure point on the back of his leg.

I leaned in subtly and said, “Touch her and I’ll break both your fucking arms.” He looked at me wide-eyed, and I smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “Just enjoy the show,” I said.

As I leaned back in my seat, I felt her eyes on me. I showed her no emotion as she turned and headed back to the stage.

When the song ended, this place erupted. It seemed both males and females enjoyed the show. We sat around and watched a couple more acts before I looked over at Alex and signaled it was time for us to go. I know I was self-consciously waiting for Max to come out from the back, but she never showed.

I have to say though that I was somewhat relieved. I think if I saw her right after that fucking performance she would definitely be leaving with me tonight, whether she liked it or not. I was keyed up, and I knew it. I had the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had.

I walked to the bar and tabbed out. As I was signing my bill, I caught a commotion to my right that had me tense. I saw Max pushed up against the wall by the fighter she says was her boyfriend. He had her upper arm gripped tight, and he was animatedly speaking to her. What made me start to react wasn’t the fact that she was up against the wall. Hell, I wanted to put her there myself. It was the look on her face.

She seemed to be trying to move from his grasp, and he wasn’t letting her. I moved in their direction when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to Alex looking at me shaking his head.

“Nah, bruh. That isn’t any of your business.”

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” I asked him, turning back to the couple.