Battle Of The Badasses

Chapter 9

Somehow, Layla, Tori, and the twins ended up in Dom's car with me and Dom in my car.

How? I said something about needing to change clothes and Dom threw his keys to Layla, hopping in my car. You would think since he has to get to training he'd just tell one of the others to show me where to go but I guess not.

"So Princess, tell me about yourself." I looked over to Dom.

"Really? What is this, 20 questions?"

"It wasn't before but now it is"

I shrugged, making a left. "Ask me anything."

"Why did you move here?"

"Ouch, trying to get rid of me?"

"Nah, just trying to get to know my Princess" He smirked and I rolled my eyes. Okay.

"I'm not your Princess Dominic"

"Sure sure Princess, answer the question." You honestly can't Dominic anything.

I sighed. "I moved here because I was kicked out my house."

"Ouch, what'd you do?"

"Nuh huh, my turn to ask questions. I'm going to be normal and ask something simple unlike you-"

"Boring"

"-what's your favorite color?"

"Gray. What'd you do to get kicked out?"

"That's such a boring color." I laughed

"Well so is blue, green, and black, all of them really." He tried to reason.

"But they aren't on the same level of boring as gray" We were pulling into the hotel parking lot.

"Answer the question Princess, why were you kicked out?"

"Nope, were here."

"This isn't over. We have an hour to reach the arena." Shit.

"Fine, just c'mon" This is going to be a long hour.

*Dom's POV*

I've been told I'm relentless, stubborn and don't back down, Alex was just getting to see that. I followed her into the elevator, whistling some creepy music I heard on Hunger Games.

"What's next? Gonna put up the three finger salute too?" Alex chuckled. Just to hear her laugh, I did exactly that. She has a nice laugh. And ass. Definitely a nice ass.

"I didn't know you're a Hunger Games fan Dom"

"Princess you don't know a lot about me" We arrived to her penthouse.

"Like what?" She opened the door and walked in.

"Like I'd die to have a place like this." When you walk in, there's a kitchen bar on your right overlooking the black and blue kitchen. The island is made entirely of stoves so you could cook and entertain at any angle. Don't tell anyone, but I love to cook. I want to be a chef.

Across from the kitchen is a snowflake shaped mirror beside a door that leads to a laundry room, if you go in there, there's a door that leads to a pool. If you walk past the laundry room door, on your left there's some stairs leading to Alex room, closet, bathroom, a guest bedroom with an ensuite bathroom and closet, and an office. Under the stairs, there's glass walls where you can see the pool, all the walls surrounding the pool are glass so you could see the city while swimming. The living room is a little off of the stairs, with a faux fireplace in the middle, on one side of it is just two black chairs with their backs facing the pool. On the other side, there's a tan couch and two matching loveseats on the sides with a dark brown coffee table in the middle. Walking past the kitchen and living room, there's two doors, one leading to the game room that's every guys dream and the other door leads to the gym. I guess guys would dream of that too.

Alex ran upstairs to her room, I'm guessing to get changed. "Well you guys can crash here whenever, it doesn't bother me." She disappeared. I will definitely take advantage of that, let's be serious, who wouldn't?

Smirking, I made my way to her room quietly. Hey, I'm a guy, you can't really blame me. Giving up the whole spy charade, I simply just walked into her room just as she was pulling her pants on, still shirtless. It's better than nothing I guess. She looked at me.

"Really?"

I gave her my innocent face and shrugged. "Did I do something wrong?" I couldn't keep up the act, my face fell into my famous smirk. She just stared. "Princess, do you have a staring problem? You do that a lot.

"Nope." And she pondered what shirt to put on. I blinked and saw she had tattoos on her wrist and right hip bone. How had I not seen the one oh her wrist?

"I didn't know you have tattoos" She looked at me over her shoulder.

"You don't know a lot about me Michaels."

"Touché. What's on your wrist?" She held her wrist out to me after she put a black, loose, V-neck on. I read Self-Entitled Life. That's interesting. "What made you get it?" She shrugged "I was drunk and saw it on Hayley William's shirt before I walked in the studio"

I laughed "So what if she had a shirt on that said fucktard?"

"I probably would have gotten fucktard then."

"Wait, how did you get a tattoo drunk? That's illegal."

"My brother did it." That's pretty sweet.

"Think he could give me some?" She threw on a green and black leather jacket.

"Sure. We can go tomorrow I guess. Let's go." We left her room. Jogging downstairs, she asked me "Where do you want the tattoo?"

I had two complete sleeves already. "My back?" She nodded, grabbing her phone and keys off the bar, walking to the door, me following behind.

"I'll call him in the car." She locked up the penthouse while I waited for her in the elevator. She joined me, texting. I looked her over. She changed into black skinny jeans and these black boots with heels. I don't know women's clothing so figure it out. "Hey, Princess?" She looked up.

"If we have to run or someone starts messing with you, how are we supposed to get away if you're in heels?" She shook her head and muttered under her breath 'boys'

"Just because I have on heels doesn't mean I won't beat someone's ass and I don't run away from anything." I got a little turned on by that answer, I like a girl that can stand up for herself. The elevator reached the bottom floor.

"So." She looked up from her phone. "About why you got kicked out?" She rolled her eyes. What? I'm curious and am not at all used to not getting the answers I want. This girl.