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makes me chuckle.
    “Yeah, I meant after for like five minutes.” She bites her lip as she takes a glance back over at the jukebox.
    “Seriously? You couldn’t make it any more obvious, Gem.” I laugh as I say this so she doesn’t think I’m grilling her or nagging…which I often do. “I was suffering through an awkward meeting with Beast over there. I was sat with Jase when he practically pushed me off the stool he had previously vacated. Ugh, he’s killed my mood for drinking.”
    “He did not! No way! I’ve heard shit about him. I’ve never wanted to meet the moody arsehole myself.” Gemma shakes her head, waving to get the bartender’s attention. “One more and we’ll leave then.”
    “What about the dude you were all over?” I ask, frowning. Usually, if Gemma is into someone, she won’t hesitate to bring him back to ours to have her wicked way with him.
    “Nothing special. He can’t even kiss properly.” She visibly blanches and I can’t help the loud laugh that tumbles out of my mouth. “I’m being serious. Not only that, all he talks about is himself. And you know how annoying that shit is.”
    After downing our final drinks, we leave the bar. I can feel the heat of Beast’s glare on my back and the shiver that runs down my spine makes me uncomfortable. It feels like an animal stalking its prey, making me feel uneasy.
     

 

     
    Back home that night, my thoughts are a fucking riot of the girl that had the ghoul to call my shit out in front of the lads. It angered me yet flawed me. How so much courage comes packaged in such a small woman. I’m not blind, she was fucking hot, hottest girl I’ve seen in a long time. All natural; no fake tits, no bottle blonde hair. She was petite with shoulder length, mousy brown hair, straight nose and sparkling, emerald green eyes. She had the perfect bow shaped lips that I could fucking maul all night long. But she angered me, talking about me like I wasn’t there. What gave her the fucking right?
    Running my hands through my hair, I growl into my empty apartment. No woman has ever got to me like she has. If she wasn’t Jase’s friend, I would have had her pinned to the wall in a matter of seconds, been in her face, intimidating her into silence. But I restrained myself. First time for everything, right?
    Her attitude was a bit off, but I’m actually quite glad there is someone out there that can hold their own and I think I found myself a challenge. And I fucking love a challenge. Mentally break her down, show her who Beast really fucking is because next time, Jase won’t be there to hold me back.
    Flicking my shoes off, I decide on a shower to clear my mind, not like it ever fucking does but it’s worth a try right now. If that fails, to the gym to beat the shit out of a bag to get this built up frustration out of my system because there is no way I can sleep with her in my head.
    Stripping my clothes off and shoving them to the side of the room, I make my way to my en-suite. My bathroom has to be one of my favourite rooms in the joint. The whole room is tiled in marble, gleaming black and white, is on every inch of the room and I love how dominant it is.
    Turning the dial, I kill a few minutes while it heats up to turn on my iPod dock, turning it to some old school rock music. The first song that comes on is Good Charlottes ‘The Anthem’. This used to be my song when I entered the ring when I first started out. Good tune. Climbing in the shower, I throw my head back and moan as the hot, steaming water hits my face.
    With my eyes closed, I can picture Carlotta perfectly like she’s stood right in front of me and it pisses me off. I don’t want to be picturing her while I’m trying to enjoy a god damn shower. My chest vibrates as a growl works its way up my throat. I bite my lip, containing myself. Looking down, I see my cock saluting large and proud. Fuck. Seriously?
    That shit isn’t going down without help and I’m not going out again to