my bar a few times and that man loves to party. He can drink with the best of them but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him leave without a different woman on his arm. He’s also one tough son of a bitch. I always hear about people trying to start shit with him out on the streets because he’s a fighter. It never works out very well for the aggressors.”
“Great. So I’ve got a date with a drunken womanizer?”
“I said he can drink. I didn’t say he was a drunk,” she snorted. “But he is one of the most sought after men in the city. I can’t believe you’ve got a date with him! I’m so jelly!”
“Why is that so hard to believe? Am I hideous or something?”
“No,” Sasha said with a laugh. “It’s just that I know you and the guys you typically date. This guy is the complete opposite.”
“Hmmm.”
Hearing everything that my cousin had to say about Jason Stark intrigued me. I was growing more and more excited about our date. The butterflies began to stir in my stomach as I thought about what the bad boy might want to do with me.
I was putting my career on the line to go out with the gorgeous, tattooed, musclebound hunk, and I was eager to do it. This man had a hold on me, and we hadn’t even gone out yet.
Jason
When I woke up that morning, I had a feeling that it was going to be a good day. I had a date with a beautiful woman and I was feeling nervous about it. There I was, a big, bad-ass cage fighter and I was sitting on the side of my bed feeling nervous about a fucking date.
To be honest, I couldn’t remember the last time I had been on an actual date. I was so used to picking up a woman at one of my fights or coming across one in a bar who knew all about me and my reputation. All I had to do with those women was just give them a look—the look—before taking them home and fucking their brains out.
Shelly wasn’t that type of woman. She seemed like a girl who has integrity and there was no way she’d be giving it up on the first date. Not only that, but she was the person who was directly in charge of my brother’s care so I was going to treat her with the utmost of respect.
That’s not to say that I wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to get her into my bed if the opportunity presented itself. She had curves in all the right places, full hips and a rack to die for. Besides, those quiet girls are always the best in bed. I don’t know what it is about them but the ones who seem shy and timid are always the ones that will rock your world when it comes down to it.
I had just gotten up to make myself some breakfast when my cell phone started ringing. I was starving so I ignored, but I’d only just grabbed a couple of frozen waffles out of the freezer when my phone started ringing again.
I grabbed my phone and looked at the screen. It was Damon Rivers calling. He’s the president of Monster Cage Fighting, the MMA group that I fight for. He’d also become an unofficial trainer and coach for me, taking an interest in me when he realized I was self-training so I couldn’t afford a gym.
“What’s up Damon?” I said as I answered the phone while popping my waffles into the toaster.
“Jason, my man, I’m calling to offer you a fight.”
That was odd. He’s the promoter and the matchmaker. He usually just made the fight and I went with it.
“You’re offering me a fight? Don’t you usually just tell me who my opponent is?”
“Yeah, but this one is different. This has the opportunity to take your career to the next level.”
“Would you spit it out Damon?” I said as my waffles popped up. “I’ll fight anyone. You know that. Just tell me who in the hell my opponent is going to be.”
“Well, I still have to get the contracts together and set an official date but you’d be going up against Dodson.”
“Dodson? Are you talking about Eric Dodson?”
“Yep,