He was enticing in every way. The way his body moved swiftly around the ring as I watched him from behind the bar. He was the best. And the best never loses.
When Blake Anderson gets a job as a bartender at the local fight club, Chargers, she meets...
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So I'm at Grant's contemplating my life choices.
Typical.
With the past few days of taking time away from the club and from her, I have begun to rethink my entire life. I tend to do this regularly, it's kinda a thing for me.
I did have a panic attack after I left Chargers that night.
Seeing her converse with my dad during a fight that I was supposed to drag out as long as possible, was something that instilled so much fear inside me. I was blindsighted to anything and everything going on around me.
I spotted them after I threw a punch into the nameless man's face. My eyes went wide and they immediately glossed over in a haze of fear and anger. I knew he was coming tonight to check up with the owner who was somewhere in the crowd and he came to watch me perform as well as my reputation said.
Once again, losing wasn't an option.
There wasn't any way Blake could've known that was Jason. I had never mentioned my father to her, I've never mentioned what I do outside of the club. I don't let her know.
Jason comes to Chargers rarely. Usually it's to scare me, to intimidate me, to hopefully make me lose, I don't really know his purpose. Then again, he makes my life hard just for the fun of it.
It's a little game he likes to play.
Fuck his games.
Blake and my father were never, under any circumstance, supposed to meet. I don't know what they talked about, I can only pray she was smart enough not to talk too much about knowing me or give any personal information.
She was too kind to tell him to fuck off.
I would've if I didn't want to, you know, die.
Blake is possibly my third. I don't know if she's my third. And I can't have anyone knowing I'm on the verge of having a third person I truly care about. Grant has been able to be kept unnoticed by my father for as long as I can remember.
Blake however, since she is around me in my work environment a lot, she was noticed. As I started to care more and more for her, Jason took interest.
If she gets hurt it's all my fault.
I'm sitting here with Grant on the couch as he plays therapist. Both of us have beers in our hands and are laying on opposite sides of the couch facing each other.
"I don't know what to do, man." I confess, looking into the opening of my beer bottle.
"I mean, you like her-" He starts but I stop him instantly. Feelings have always been hard for me. I know I love my mom and my sister, but relationships and friendships were a different kind of love that I didn't fully understand.
"I don't know." I tell him truthfully. I couldn't pick apart my feelings enough to identify them.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Grant never had the issue of not understanding his feelings. He had lived a simple life growing up while I did not. It was crazy that two families who lived next to each other for years and did the exact same things could be so different emotionally.
