Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (117 page)
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Authors: Faye Summers
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The club was packed. It always crammed on a Friday night, especially at the beginning of the month. Men came in with money burning in their pockets, ready to spend it on their sinful desires. They would feign overtime, calling their wives and telling them they would spend some extra time in the office, but this was never the truth.
Instead, they would make their way to
Bottoms Up
hoping for a good time. These men sat eagerly around the stage, as their favorite dancers emerged with skimpy little outfits, swaying their hips to and fro, touching their bodies teasingly, and, of course, contorting their figures around the pole that stood center stage.
For Crystal Howle, it was always the same. She would put on her sparkly outfit and make her way to the stage, trying to block out everything else. She didn’t like her job. It was just a way to survive, after a failed attempt at college and after her parents abandoned her for their own selfish reasons.
But at least, Crystal was good at what she did. As she walked, her long shapely legs caught the attention of most. The men hollered up at her, trying to get her attention. Sometimes, she would get down on all fours, her ass high in the air, making most men tighten in their pants. One lucky guy might even have the pleasure of having her crawl over to him, a naughty look plastered on her face as she drew closer and closer, eventually kissing his neck, making him want her until she cruelly pulled away, getting up and slapping her ass for effect, eliciting a loud howl throughout the room.
Most people thought her name was a clever alias, but no, she was Howle by birth and unless she married it would stay with her for life, even when her body lost its luster and she could no longer dance for a living. But for now, with her curves still voluptuous and her breasts still perky, she would keep dancing, making the men around her yearn for the eye candy they could never get.
When she would place hands on her body, they would wish it were their own. When she opened her legs, teasing the men around her, they prayed to get between those thighs, to make her scream in pleasure. But as these men gawked and drooled over her, she kept her mind blank, trying to drown out their hollers. She didn’t like her job.
In fact, every night, after she pulled out the crinkled bills from her bra and counted her profits, she was relieved to be done. She would put on a jacket over her bra, get in some pants, and make her way out of the club as quick as she could.
Now, she was walking down the street. It was three thirty in the morning. The wind was bitter, making its way through the thin jacket, making her shiver as she kept her head down, walking home. She hated walking home, but with no money to buy a car, she had no choice but to traverse the dark streets of the city. She would have used public transport if her city was rich enough to afford it into these late hours.
Tonight, like many other nights, a group of men spotted her. They grinned seeing her walking home quickly as if she were scared. They loved it when they were scared. With dirty smirks on their faces, they began to follow her, keeping to the shadows, as if it heightened their stealth, even though their footsteps echoed loudly throughout the vacant street.
Crystal was no fool. She was aware of her stalkers, but she was prepared. Her hand reached into her bag, pulling out a can of mace. Her fingers turned white as she held onto it tightly with a shaky hand. She always thought of herself as a strong and independent woman, but at the same time, this kind of scenario always put her on edge.
Trying to keep calm, she lost track of the men. She didn’t notice them gaining up, closing the distance between her and them. Soon, they were within reach, a menacing aura emerging from their diabolical stares.
Within moments, they pounced, circling around her. Crystal acted quickly, holding out the mace can and spraying it at the closest assailant. She managed to stop one man, but the rest quickly overpowered her, grabbing the can before throwing it into a nearby alleyway. The injured dirtbag rubbed his eyes as the rest of the group got closer together, pressing Crystal into the wall.
She looked at the group of men, trying to judge her next move. She thought about making a run for it, but in her impossibly high heels, she would only manage to break her ankles in the process. She knew she couldn’t fight them all. Biting her lip, Crystal pressed into the wall, knowing that her situation was looking very bleak.
The men grinned in her direction. Suddenly, they attacked once more, taking her by surprise, overwhelming her. They grabbed her and pulled her in all directions. Their fingers dug into her tender flesh as they began to open up her jacket, tearing it off, leaving her upper body in nothing more than a sparkly bra.
Some of the men hollered loudly, impressed by her busty chest, making her blush deeply. They were impressed by her body and her skimpy little outfit. “Well then… look at the sexy little alley cat we got here. How much do you charge sweet cheeks?” One of the men grinned.
Crystal growled, trying to push him away. “Leave me alone you creeps!” She yelled at them, trying to fight her way out of the group, throwing her bag at the closest man with all her might. He grabbed it mid-air, however, leaving her defenseless.
Crystal was shocked for a moment, looking up at the men who loomed above her. She shivered, knowing it was now impossible for her to escape.
His body leaned down against the bike, letting the air roll over his body as he kept looking forward through his darkly tinted helmet. He was going to be late. But then again when wasn’t Scott late? He was late to everything in his life, and work was no different. He pushed the gas just a little harder, the hum of the engine echoing through the deserted streets.
It was nearly four and the inklings of dawn were slowly emerging on the horizon. Why coaches liked to get up so early was beyond anything Scott could ever comprehend. But he knew his trainer would be cross with him if he missed his pre-training session. At least, he only had a practice match to worry about today, and luckily his opponent was easy, a man he had beaten before with ease. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too much effort on his part, since he was still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
As he rode through the streets, he killed his speed a bit, enjoying the serenity of being the only one awake in this part of town. Or so he thought. As he slowed down, he heard a cry for help, somewhere nearby. Cruising along, his eye caught sight of a woman struggling against a group of men. Scott rode along, wondering if he should step in and do something or if he should walk away.
He was about to round the corner and drive away when he heard her scream once more. Spinning his bike around quickly, he made his way back down the street towards the alley where the plea had come from. He got off his bike and tossed off his helmet, before approaching the backstreet. The men, at first, didn’t notice him and continued to torment the girl who was now helplessly trapped in their clutches.
“Ahem,” Scott called out from behind the group. The men turned around, one of them pulling off his hood, revealing a kid no more than 19. He had a grin on his face like he knew the answers to the universe. He looked smug and grinned at Scott, obviously underestimating him.
“Got a frog stuck in your throat?” The boy said, getting closer, puffing out his chest, his posse following him, ready to back him up if they had to. Or so he thought. Scott suddenly lashed out, throwing one well-aimed punch at the boy’s face, knocking him out. The group watched in horrified awe as their leader slumped to the ground, seemingly lifeless. Scott eyed them all, waiting to see if anyone else wanted to challenge him.
The other kids now had fear in their eyes and remained quiet, knowing this man would cause them trouble. Slowly, they eased their way out of the alleyway and then ran down the street, leaving their supposed leader behind. Crystal stood there in awe, a little shocked by the whole thing.
While she had been powerless to stop the group, this man made them run for the hills with a single punch. She eyed him curiously, taking in his physically fit body, his tall stature, and his nearly gray eyes. He had a sort of cold, mysterious look in his angular face and his pointed eyebrows made him look angry at the world. Crystal wondered if she shouldn’t, herself, be scared of this man.
But to her surprise, he stepped forward and offered her a hand, an almost kind expression in his eyes. Hesitantly, Crystal took it, looking up at him and trying to steady the fright that had overwhelmed her when she found herself, moments away from being seriously injured.
“You alright?” His voice was rough around the edges, with a husky twist in it that indicated that he rarely spoke. As she stood next to him, she forgot all about his question and curiosity took her over instead. There was a need in her mind, nagging her to ask questions, to discover, to find out anything she could about her handsome savior.
“Hey…” He leaned down, getting to her eye-level, suddenly breaking her out of the trance she had gotten herself into. She blushed slightly, looking up at him with her own bright blue eyes, her light brown hair framing her face, as her blonde highlights made a slight appearance in the rising morning sun.
Scott noticed this and the time. He was definitely going to be late now. “Come.” His voice was powerful now, commanding her immediate obedience as he grabbed her hand, bringing her toward his bike. Crystal, seeing what was going on, quickly pulled away, staring him down.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded stubbornly, pulling her jacket over her chest, trying to cover up the flimsy bra she wore. Scott’s eyes darted down for a moment, a hint of excitement on his face as he saw her full sized chest nearly exposed, but managed to find the self-control needed to look up into her face one more.
“I’m going to be late for work, come with me. Then I will take you home.” He explained, sounding a little exasperated that she was making him wait.
“I can walk home, thank you.” She said, stuffing her hands into her pockets, her bag snatched away by the thugs.
“You know they are still lurking in that corner over there?” Scott offered his thumb, pointing to a nearby location, cloaked in shadows. Crystal looked over quickly, spotting one of the offending red hoods and bit her lip. If she walked home alone again, they would pounce.
“Fine.”
Scott nodded, getting on his bike as Crystal got on behind him. “Put this on.” His voice was stern once more, another command issued from between his lips that he expected the strange girl to follow. This time, however, she was prompt, putting the helmet on her head and leaning forward, wrapping her arms around his torso, feeling a large amount of muscle lingering there. Her body pressed into his until she was nestled up close. Feeling she was secured, he revved the engine and together they sped down the street.
Crystal wondered where a man like this worked. To her surprise, they ended up in front of
Titan
, the infamous UFC arena, located on the outskirts of town. It was rumored that this ring was the place where legends were born, but Crystal had never attended one of these matches. The tickets to popular matches were often expensive and she wasn’t overly interested in the sport to forfeit her needed income.
Scott maneuvered his way to the back parking lot, swiping himself through the barrier gate. He quickly found a parking space and then killed the engine. He waited for the girl to get off, before he grabbed the helmet and held it under his arm as he made his way toward the building, without giving her a word of direction.
She saw no other option, but to follow him, looking around in curiosity. There were few cars in the parking lot and she wondered why he was here so early in the morning. She had only heard of fights occurring late at night, so why was he working before most people even woke up? Nonetheless, these questions remained in her mind as she refused to put them into actual words, noticing his cold countenance. This didn’t seem to be a man who liked to be bothered with questions.
Scott used the same card he had used to bypass the barrier gate, to open up the back door. As they entered the building, the environment shifted and it was obvious they were in a place filled with intense emotions as the sound of grunting echoed through the entire floor. Crystal was in awe as she saw men planted throughout, training with others, looking vicious with their mouth guards and sweat covered bodies, but to her surprise she saw no arena like she had imagined.
Her body continued to follow Scott’s footsteps until he approached a middle-aged man who looked Chinese in origin. The man seemed upset with his pupil, frowning and speaking with him in the foreign dialect, a harsh tone in his words. Crystal wondered what the man was telling him. Scott just stood there, taking the verbal abuse, before retorting, his tongue sharp with the unknown langue. This man knew Chinese? She was surprised. Before his rebuttal of words were over, Scott pointed at Crystal, explaining to his trainer why he had been late. But, of course, Crystal had no idea what he was saying. For all she knew, he could be insulting her.
Soon the men were training, like all the rest. Crystal, of course, felt out of place. She looked around, trying to figure out what she could do. Finding a yoga block in the corner, she walked over to it and sat down, watching as Scott was pushed into a level of intensity that made the other men in the room look like they were slacking.
The Chinese man urged him on, yelling short curt syllables in his direction until he was kicking and punching at the man with such aggression that he almost toppled over his own trainer. “You are ready.” The man finally said in a heavily accented voice. Scott nodded, bowing down to him in an act of respect, before making his way to Crystal, sitting down on the ground, crossing his legs.
“I’m Scott by the way,” he said, taking a swig from his water bottle, drenching himself in the liquid in an effort to cool himself off.
“Crystal,” she responded with a soft whisper, trying not to stare as the droplets of water made their way down his now bare torso, until they traveled over his six pack and disappeared over his alluring V. Crystal bit the corner of her lip, thinking about where that V led to. Her cheeks reddened as she quickly looked up, trying to keep herself away from such vulgar thoughts.
“So if it isn’t obvious, I’m a fighter. What are you with that skimpy little bra of yours?” He said almost rudely, before getting up and grabbing a small cloth from the bench nearby and wiping off his drenched body.
“If it isn’t obvious, you aren’t much of a gentleman,” Crystal said, getting up as she tried to leave the building. Scott moved swiftly, grabbing her quickly, pulling her into his chest, their faces close now, his eyes boring into her own as he smirked, leaning down close enough so that it looked like he was about to kiss her. Her eyes grew in surprise and her heart skipped a beat.
“My apologies ma’am,” he smirked, letting her go in a dazed state. Without further word, he walked through a set of double doors, disappearing from view. Crystal stood there for a moment, her eyes alternating between the exit and the door her savior had just gone through. With a sigh, she walked through the double doors, following him.
As she crossed into the next room, the atmosphere was much different. Everything was quiet. There were rows of seats everywhere, circling around the chain linked arena in the center of the room. Slowly, she stepped down the small steps between the aisles of seats, until she made it to the edge of the arena. She looked through the fence that trapped the fighters inside and saw Scott standing there, looking at another man who had a much darker complexion, but who looked a little smaller in stature.
There was no one watching the fight except herself, so she back stepped and found a seat that would warrant her the best view. As she sat down a bell rung and the two men started to move around each other, eying each other suspiciously. The challenger instantly went on the offensive, hoping to overwhelm Scott into submission, but Scott kept calm and collected in all of his movements, dodging the attacks with what could be called elegance, given this wasn’t a brawl.
Crystal watched in amazement but wondered why he wasn’t fighting back. To her surprise, he stopped for a moment, planting his feet in the middle of the ring, closed his eyes for a split second, and then opened them before his hand lashed out, landing one well-aimed punch to the side of the man’s head. His opponent was down for the count.
