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have to be on his best fucking behavior.
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    Sunny really couldn’t believe she was doing this. She pulled her car to a stop in front of Taylor’s two story house and cut the engine. The sound of her Toyota cooling filled the suddenly silent interior. She had tried to talk herself out of this too many times to count since London had invited her, but she always came up with the same decision: she would be going to the party. How bad was it that she had tried to look for something to dissuade her from going after London, because that was exactly what she was doing. He was thirty, and she had told herself that an eight year age gap was a big deal. But of course it wasn’t. Pulling her thoughts back to the present, she stared at the house. All of the lights were on, and she could hear heavy rap music playing through the open windows. How none of his neighbors called the cops on a clear noise disturbance was beyond her, but maybe they were afraid, especially considering how many MMA fighters were inside. She stayed in the car for far longer than what was probably normal, but then again she was nervous as hell. If she was just going to hang out with guys she considered her friends, then why did she feel guilty for lying to her dad about where she was going tonight?
    Because even though you’re an adult he would have scolded you, and told you guys that hung out at the center were too hardcore for his little girl.
    She rolled her eyes at her internal monologue, but it was the truth. Mack and her father were far too protective of her, even if she was a grown-ass adult. The reality was she could take care of herself, and their worry wasn’t warranted. She took self-defense classes, was unofficially trained by some of the guys at the center, and wasn’t this delicate little flower that everyone liked to believe.
    Looking at her phone she realized it was already after ten. She had sent London a text saying she was at the center late finishing up some last minute things, but he hadn’t replied. Maybe this was a bad idea? Sunny climbed out of the car and started making her way toward the house, but before she reached the porch steps the front door opened, and a brunette with the biggest breasts she had ever seen sauntered out. Another dark haired girl followed closely behind, and both of them took out cigarettes and lit them as they eyed Sunny distastefully. It wasn’t like she didn’t know girls were going to be here, because even if London had said it was the guys just hanging out, that also meant Chasers hanging around. She hated that little title they gave to the women that screwed fighters just to say they had.
    “Kind of overdressed for one of these gatherings, sweetheart,” the brunette with the monster breasts said in a bored tone, and blew out a cloud of cigarette smoke in her direction.
    Sunny eyed the other woman’s outfit, and then looked at her friend. They wore tops that were more like strips of elastic that barely restrained their tits, and their skirts were short enough that if they bent over there was no doubt in Sunny’s mind that their asses and vajayjays would come out and give everyone a wink. “It seems anyone with clothing on would be overdressed compared to you two.” She heard two pissed off gasps, but she didn’t stick around to hear what they might have said in retaliation. The house smelled like a mixture of alcohol and cheap perfume, presumably from the two girls who just left. The inside of Taylor’s house was exactly what she assumed a bachelor pad to be. The living room was to her left, and there was a huge flat screen TV and a leather sectional crammed in the room. There was a kitchen to the right, and all she could see was the table, which was piled high with chips, a half full plate of various meats, and enough beer and liquor to feed a horse and knock it out. The music was loud and obscene, but she was used to it, even liked most of it. Even over the harsh lyrics she could hear deep