Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male: BWWM Romance (4 page)

“Yup, and I also see a couple of muscles in here that can help her if she needs it. What I’m saying is, you don’t need to get involved.”

It was that moment that I saw one of the muscles Alex mentioned coming from the back. He stopped by the couple and motioned for her boyfriend to move on. I saw Max go one way, and angrily the boyfriend came out towards us.

He and I made eye contact, and at first it seemed he was about to say something to me.

Okay, so I need to explain something rather quickly. I was never a person who started trouble. I don’t back down from a fight, but I’ve never just started one. I always tried to figure out a way to avoid a fight when I was younger. When I got older, I would simply walk away until, of course, I was provoked.

So I say all that to say, as he got closer, and I saw the need in his eyes to start some shit, I was hoping he would pick me. I even tried to show meekness in my eyes so he would pick a fight, but he didn’t. He simply smirked at me and kept walking.

I knew now that I couldn’t wait to knock that smirk off his face. I looked over at Alex, and he chuckled slightly, as if he was reading my thoughts, and said, “Yeah, I’ll make that happen.”

I nodded and walked out of the bar.

The next day, I concentrated on training for my first fight. I kept my headphones on and my focus on the punching bag in front of me. I was back at the amateur fighting building with all of the other fighters, training and being weighed in and tested by doctors and officials.

Alex has been quiet too, once he saw the mood I was in this morning. I knew he wanted to know what happened between me and Amber. I was roped into taking her home by Alex and Rachel, and she did invite me in. I walked her to her door. Of course, she ended up living on Rittenhouse Square about a few city blocks from me. When she leaned into me for a kiss, I gave her one. But she started roaming her hands on my body, clearly showing that she wanted more than what I was willing to give her.

I pushed her back and shook my head. “You need to go inside, Amber…
alone
,” I interrupted.

She pouted and asked, “Why?” She then smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Come on, Mason. You know you want to. I can tell that you do.”

I sighed, as she was right about some of it. I did want to be balls deep in someone, but that someone just wasn’t her. I decided to be brutally honest. I removed her arms from my neck and walked her up against her front door.

“Listen, Amber. You are a very sexy woman. I’m sure if I was different, then yes, I would come in with you. But I’m not.”

She moved her hips against my legs to feel me, but I backed up slightly.

“Aw, come on, Mason. We are both adults. I don’t see anything wrong with getting naked and getting to know each other.”

She smiled, and I just shook my head.

“Listen Amber, I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not a sweet guy who wants to wine and dine and then make love to you. I like to fuck hard and fast. There is nothing gentle about me and nothing small. And the way I’m feeling right now, I would literally break you in half. I just don’t have the energy to be gentle with you. Just go in the house, and we can call this what it was.”

She didn’t take the hint at first. She moved closer to me and kissed my neck. “How do you know what I can and cannot handle?”

Before she could take another breath, I pushed her forcefully up against her door and placed my hand around her neck. I placed my other hand around her hips and lifted her to where she had no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist. Her eyes got wide, and she looked at me.

I slammed my semi-hard dick against her and said in her ear softly, “Baby, there is no way in hell you can handle me. Now do what I say and go inside.”

I let her go and backed up, as she quickly made her way inside. I turned, grabbing my phone from my hip and made a call. Amber was right about some of what she said. I needed to release, and I wouldn’t make it with just a hot shower. So I did what any other red-blooded, horny male would do: I made a booty call. There are some females that you can have around that understand that it’s just a sex thing. Alex has been great at introducing me to a few women that have the same understanding as I did.

So needless to say, I satisfied my craving for release. I made it to my booty call and fucked her hard in her hallway, in her living room, and ass up face down on the couch. Then when I finally made it to her bedroom, I continued to pound her pussy until I was somewhat satisfied. I mean, this wasn’t who I wanted to pound, but she was good enough. She took what I had with minimal hesitation and let me release in my own way.

When I left her bed and headed home, my mind still floated back to Max. That brought my craving for release back in full force. I can’t begin to tell you how frustrating it is to have a woman fuck you up by just one meeting. I don’t know anything about this woman, but I can’t seem to stop thinking about her. When I got home, I punished my body in the gym in my apartment building first. Then I took a cold shower and tried to not think about Max and how much I wanted to know if she would be able to handle me in bed.

“So you’re just going to beat the hell out of this bag and not say shit?” Alex asked me, taking me out of my daydream.

I looked up and was about to respond to him, when I saw Max walk in the gym with her boyfriend. The guy looked over at me and smirked again. I made eye contact with Max first, and then turned and continued to punch the bag. Alex got the hint and continued to help me train for my fight in silence.

I was glad he didn’t push, because I didn’t want to tell him the real reason for my sour mood. It’s crazy to admit that I want a woman that I can’t have so badly that it’s pissing me off. As I said before, I’m not hard up for companionship, by no means. I think it’s the idea of having something that you can’t that’s fueling my frustration.

Lou told me that I was done for the day. He didn’t want me to use any more energy today than was necessary, so I decided to jump rope awhile before I hit the shower. While I was jumping rope, I took this time to look at my competition in the room. Not all the fighters were there, but there were a few. Each fighter ranged in height and weight. Their fighting style was different, of course. But as I watched them, I learned most had the same weakness: arrogance. From the distance between us, I could see the cockiness in their eyes, the way they stood around, and even how they threw punches and kicks. As I mentioned before, I’ve been fighting since I was very young. So I passed the whole cocky and arrogant stages years ago.

I have respect for any fighter I’m up against, knowing at any given moment they had the potential to find my weakness and exploit it. So I’ve learned to never show weakness in a fight and in battle, and to always be smarter and cleverer than my opponents. It’s been bred in me through every martial arts sensei I had and every instructor in the Navy. My superiors hated to see me go and even tried their best to set me up, so I had to stay a SEAL for however long they wanted me. But as I said before, I was taught to never show either weakness or how much smarter I was than my opponents. Whatever they tried to do didn’t work, and I was out.

What’s crazy is I still couldn’t let go of the rush of a fight. I’m hoping that these next few months I’ll work all that out and stay out of the darkness that chokes me most nights. Then I’ll be ready to resume the life I had before I left for the service.

My eyes fell on Choir Boy, and I smirked as he was sparring with someone. I could see what Max meant when she said he wasn’t into winning. He had no form or style of fighting. I knew after just watching him a few minutes that my fight wouldn’t be much tomorrow. He was all over the place though and very unpredictable. I would probably have to do to him what I did to Lawrence and end the fight before it even starts.

I watched a few other fighters and saw they were more serious about what they were doing. They had skills too and would be worthy opponents when the time came. I may not show my hand with Choir Boy too soon tomorrow. I want to stay under the radar for as long as I can. The longer the other fighters underestimate me, the quicker I can get to who I really wanted to fight.

My eyes finally fell on the people I wanted to avoid. I first watched her boyfriend. He was about the same height as me or slightly shorter. He was slightly bigger than me, but the way he threw his punches and moved around the punching bag told me everything I needed to know about what kind of fighter he was. I was told he won all but one fight last year, but during the season he had an undefeated record.

I could smell the arrogance and cockiness from all the way across the room. He reeked of it. I smiled slightly at the idea of knocking him the fuck out.

My eyes then drifted over to the true reason for my frustration. She wore another form-fitting shirt and jeans with a pair of fur boots. She had her head down, engrossed in whatever she was reading, and didn’t see me watching her.

I thought back to the way she smiled at me yesterday, the way she looked at me, and most of all the fact that she was talking about me. I then frowned. How the hell did she know I was from Texas? It was that moment she put her head up and looked right at me, as if she sensed I was thinking about her.

Her eyes didn’t move from mine as I continued my cadence with my eyes. I hated the fact that I wanted her as bad as I did. I hated the fact that I couldn’t have her, and I hated the fact she was with that piece of shit. Something was up with him, and I didn’t like him. I could see the trepidation in the way she looked at her boyfriend. Even just being around him isn’t sitting well with her.

She finally smiled briefly and looked back at her book. I didn’t react to her smile. I was too busy trying not to go over there and talk to her. Hell, I should do it anyway, just to mess with her boyfriend. I could feel his eyes on me while I watched his girlfriend.

Max, at that moment, looked up at her boyfriend and frowned. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I could read lips. It was one of many skills the Navy taught me. She was telling him to stop being ridiculous because she was just being nice.

Huh? What’s this? Trouble in paradise?

Her boyfriend walked up to her and got in her face. She moved back from him and frowned. I stopped jumping and watched the exchange, hoping and praying he would do something to give me a reason to intervene.

“Whoa, cowboy. What do you think you’re doing?” Alex asked me.

I didn’t respond. I kept watching as her boyfriend was yelling something at her. He wasn’t facing me, so I couldn’t read his lips. I felt my anger rising. This guy was berating her, and no one was doing anything about it. I started moving in her direction, but she looked right at me and shook her head.

Her boyfriend looked over at me and stood. We stared at each other for longer than I could stand.

Fuck this shit
. I started to move in his direction, but Alex got in front of me.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” I told him, then started to maneuver around him.

He grabbed me and got in front of me again. At this point, we started to get an audience. I looked over at my quarry, and he also had a few people preventing him from coming to me; one being Max.

She was pleading with him to stop, I could tell. But he wasn’t listening to her.

Please, son of a bitch. Put your hands on her so I can put you down
.

He didn’t follow my directions. Someone else managed to calm him down, and he walked away.

“Come on, man. Let’s go,” Alex told me.

I looked at him and I nodded. “You better work on what I need sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah, yeah. I told you, I got you. Now let’s go.”

I turned around, but first I watched Max grab her things and head out of the gym with someone calling her. She didn’t turn around to acknowledge anyone. I slowly grabbed my shit and headed out the door with Alex in tow, not bothering with taking a shower. I would take one at home.

I saw her leaning against a car with her arms folded in front of her. I gave Alex my bag.

“Give me a minute.”

“Shit, Reap,” was all he said, as he took my bag.

As I approached her, I could tell she was pissed, but I didn’t care about that. She looked behind me. I caught a hint of fear that crept in her beautiful brown eyes and that caught my attention.

“What was that about in there?” she asked me.

I shrugged, “Not sure what you mean.”

“Oh, please, Mace. Don’t patronize me.”

I smiled in spite of myself and said, “Did you just call me Mace?”

She frowned. “What?”

“You just called me Mace. Did you nickname me already?”

She shook her head, trying not to smile. “Stop that! Don’t change the subject.” She poked my chest. “You need to stop, okay?”

“Stop what?”

“Ugh! You are incorrigible, you know that?”

She started to leave, but I touched her arm.

“Do you know how beautiful you are when you’re frustrated?”

She stopped and turned around with her arms still folded in front of her as if she’s protecting herself. I tipped her chin up so she would look at me.

I sighed and said, “Okay, look, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to frustrate you. I didn’t mean to cause problems in your relationship. I saw the way he was treating you, and I didn’t like it.”

“It’s not your job to protect me,” she told me.

“I know, but that wouldn’t stop me if he treats you in a way I don’t like. I’m sorry, but that’s just the way that I am.”

She sighed, but didn’t say anything. She looked behind me again, and I frowned.

“Are you afraid of him or something? Has he put his hands on you?”

She recoiled back from me slightly, which told me everything I needed to know.

“No, of course not. Do you think he still would be breathing if he had?”

I didn’t say anything. I just looked her in her eyes to find the truth in her body language. She kept eye contact for a second longer and then looked away. I could tell she wasn’t telling me the complete truth.

“Look, Mason. I’m fine, okay? I don’t need you to fight my battles for me,” she told me.

I didn’t reply. I was trying to talk myself out of walking back in the gym and beating him senseless just for the hell of it.

I think she saw it in my eyes, because she said softly dropping her arms, “Okay, look … Things aren’t going very well with me and him, okay? He has gotten aggressive with me in ways that make me uncomfortable, but he hasn’t hit me or anything.”