Her Street Fighter

23.

Chapter Twenty Three
Nathaniel

I shouldn't have let myself get close to her.

The faint scent of her perfume. Flowers, velvet and sweet everything lingered in the air. Or in my own personal bubble to remind me of my sudden reaction toward her now.

I was not good for her. I was selfish, and my selfishness led to me to taking things that I wanted without thinking. She needed someone good and at least a bit of a gentleman. I was neither.

I saw the look of sadness on her face when I told her to stay away, and something warm filled my stomach. Something I have never felt for a girl before. I only wanted to warn her before I hurt her even worse. She was dangerous, not in the same way I was. She was dangerous for me and my body reacted towards her in a way that I never wanted to feel.

I was such an asshole for kissing her in the first place, knowing she was a relationship type of girl. It was just a kiss, she needed to get over it. I wasn't cut out to be a boyfriend and she knew that.

It was a damn good kiss, though.

No, it wasn't.

I needed to stop thinking about it. It was difficult to do because the kiss has taken over my mind. The feeling of her lips on mine made my dick go stiff. What was she doing to me?

I splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would snap me out of the thought of Marebela, but she was still in the back of my mind.

I knew it was impossible to ignore since I saw her in every corner I turned. She lived with me there was no way I could even last a minute without hearing her annoying voice.

The only time I can escape her is when I was outside out back, smoking. Which was where I was right now.

It was a place where I can let out steam. It felt the same as to when I was on the ring. I needed time to gather myself. I needed time for myself and being stuck with that sunshine girl, time to myself was not an option.

She was far too trusting for her own good. There was no way she would survive in the real world. She was sheltered all her life. I had to teach her a lesson about her naiveté. Thoughts of her rosy cheeks and her hands between her legs on my bed clouded my vision.

Jesus, when will I stop?

Tonight, I had a fight. I could finally let go of all the anger I had. I stick to a routine and that routine has only became a mess since she came into my life. I could finally do something to get my mind off of the girl.

I knew it was my choice to let her stay here, and if it was anyone else I, for a fact, would not let them stay with me.

But it was her.

Her doe-eyed, innocent self and I knew from the moment we met that she would be the death of me. And my dick.

If I didn't take care of myself any longer, I was sure I would keep having these thoughts about her. These dirty thoughts that I shouldn't have.

"Hey, man." Slater bumped his fist into my back. I took a hit of my cigarette and threw it on the ground. I blew out the smoke. "Ready for tonight? It's the big fight you have been training for."

I sighed, a long cool breath left my mouth and into the crisp air. I have been trying to get my mind off this girl and this fight will help me with that. I was sure of it.

"Yes," I answered. My instincts told me that I was always ready for a fight, no matter where. Slater always told me I could fight a grizzly bear in my sleep. Except this time he seemed worried.