Fuse

eight | kane

S P E N C E R   J A M E S O N

I totally get why they call him Fuse. The fight lasted all of ten minutes before the other guy was on the floor, knocked out cold. My heart was literally in my throat the entire time while I watched in horror as Fuse threw blow after blow.

When the referee stepped into the ring the whole room erupted into a mass of cheers and chants. The man who sat behind Asher was screaming his lungs out, probably at the fact he's now a very rich man.

I glance over at Harlow who's attention is focused on the mayhem inside the ring, as Asher places his arm around her shoulder. As the noise level continues to grow louder and louder Asher says something to her and she looks over at me. "Come on" she says as she follows Asher and we begin walking past the crowds of men and women.

My heart continues beating erratically in my chest as I follow them both into a small, dark hallway which is only lit by a few dim lights on the walls. I don't miss Asher's fingers as they brush against Harlow's and they eventually interlock with each other's.

Well that escalated quickly.

He opens a door and I hastily follow them inside when my heart nearly stops.

What is he doing in here?

"There's my man!" Asher walks over to him and they do the standard man hug thing and I catch a glimpse of his smile. Oh my god. If I've ever seen a smile so perfect it's this one. Dimples, straight pearly white teeth. What more can you possibly want?

Asher continues speaking to him when he turns to Harlow, holding his hand out for her to walk over. He introduces them and I nervously wait for them to finish up so we can go home.

Harlow turns to face me and smiles. "Come on, don't be shy," she teases and I slowly walk over to them. Asher looks at me curiously and glances at the tattooed God. "This is my friend, Spencer." Harlow introduces me and my eyes flick up to meet with the warm chocolate colour I was so desperately trying to avoid.

"Kane." He simply says and I nod, biting down nervously on my lip. He's still not wearing a shirt and my eyes can't seem to stop themselves from having a quick glance at his toned chest. There's not one graze or cut on him at all.

Wish I could say the same for the other guy.

"Shit, you just earned me a lot of fucking money." Asher exclaims as he takes out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it.

I watch as Kane chuckles and walks over to a bag, taking out a plain white nike tee and swiftly pulls it over his head. His tattooed hands come up to brush his hair out of his face and for some stupid reason, my eyes still won't look away.