Sucker Punch (The Submission Fighter Book 2) (2 page)

The third round started, and Micah came out a dominant force. Between Micah’s shin kicks and the blood that still pooled at his temple, the competitor really had no tricks left to offer. It was about surviving Micah.

Blow, blow, blow. The men remained on their feet, tossing fists between one another. Alice was on her feet in the final minute as the clock at the judges table ticked the red lit seconds down. She muttered along with it: “20… 15 … 10 … 5 …” Micah’s final seconds were spent just waiting, defending off what little remained of the other man’s energy.

The bell rang, as the rest of the stadium joined her in standing. The girls to Alice’s side jumped wildly, yelling Micah’s name in high pitched tweets and shrieks. The lady in the blue tube top jiggled and leapt in the air. She turned to her friends with a huge grin on her face—as if she herself had won the match. Alice couldn’t help but stare tersely and roll her eyes at such a display.

The decision from the judges came back quickly, as the black gloved referee grabbed the men by the arms and led them to the center. The announcer appeared as well, and he joined in raising Micah’s arms victoriously. The competitor hung his head and walked out solemnly without stopping to take photographs.

Compared to the rest of the matches of the night, the photographers were ravenous with Micah. They shouted at him to change positions, to put his arsenal of muscles on display, to speak louder into the microphone as they interviewed him on his victory. Lights flashed around him, enveloping him in a halo of fame and celebrity.

As for Alice, she waited patiently in the stands for her time to come, for the house lights to turn on, and for the workers to start clearing the blood off of the ring.

A pack of wild, ravenous wolves surrounded the door. Their eyes glossed over, their mouths practically foamed, as they panted and growled viciously at the two men guarding the next room. They circled determinedly, as they strategized how to break through, each wolf growing more agitated by the minute. 

The wolves were dressed in miniskirts, skyscraper heels, and ill-fitting tops that occasionally spilled out their contents. Their makeup was caked on their tan skin, giving them a powdered, unnatural glow. The red-shirted security guards watched each of them carefully. The sport these ladies made of getting into Micah’s locker room was almost laughable.

Alice circled around towards the restroom, as she waited inside the cool, damp room. She pulled her phone out of her small black purse and began composing a message to Micah:
Hey darling. Waiting for you. Let me know when Dean is gone. And watch out for the groupies outside your door. They’re feisty tonight.

Her phone lit up moments later with a response from Micah giving her the go ahead. She returned to the hallway where most of the women remained undeterred. She approached the security guard with confidence and pride. “I’m Kelly Vine with the media. Micah is expecting me. I’m on his list to be let in.”

The head security guard thumbed through a handwritten list of approved people, as he eyed her suspiciously. She certainly wasn’t dressed as a reporter should dress, let alone one at an MMA fight. But he found her name near the top and opened the door enough for her to sneak in. As the door closed behind her, she could hear the girl in the blue top shout accusingly, “She’s not with the press! She was sitting right next to me!” 

In the distance, Alice could hear the water of the locker room’s shower hitting the ground. The mirrors near the dressing area were fogged over. However, Micah was nowhere to be found in the main room. She grinned knowingly, placing her bag down next to Micah’s duffel. Her heels came off next as she tiptoed to the restroom area. Her dress slipped off easily over her head, and her panties fell to a pile on the floor near the entrance.

Micah’s back was turned, facing the wall of the long, tiled shower. He had not even heard the main door open, nor did he catch the sounds of Alice slipping in behind him. All he felt was her hands upon his naked, soaking body. She circled him with her arms, kissing his shoulders as she pressed her own nude torso into his. Taking a breath, he allowed her to run her hands up and down his chest and torso from behind him. She slipped the soap out of his hands and applied it to his skin, tracing over his scars and the ridges of his tight abs.

She inched her soap filled hands down lower and lower. Micah steadied himself against the shower’s walls by holding his free hand out in front of him against the cold tiles. She moved slowly, missing no spot, finally reaching his already-hard cock. With her warm, small hand, she encircled it, allowing it to grow and pulsate under her efforts.

His head dipped backwards into her shoulder. His lips found hers, as the water pounded down on both their bodies. His hand made a fist against the wall as the ache built up. She quickened her pace, and he arched his back in anticipation. He grimaced in pleasure as she continued, his toes curling, and he let out a delirious groan as he came.

When he’d finished completely, he turned completely around to face her. His hands grabbed her face, kissing her passionately. The breath that passed into Alice’s mouth was still elevated, as he attempted to slow his heart rate down.

He turned the water off and led her out of the shower, as he picked her clothing up off the ground. She turned around just in time to catch the remains of a pool of blood being pushed into the drain—the remains of his victory.

As Micah dressed, he tossed Alice his towel and jokingly said, “Well, Ms. Vines, I do like what your media group has to offer a fighter like me. If you can offer more like that, I may have to sign on the dotted line.” Alice giggled, as she slipped back into her dress.

“You deserved it after a fight like that. The girls outside are practically ready to kill a security guard to get in to see the champion of the night.”

“They’ll have to wait.” He winked at her teasingly. The groupies had become a sore spot between the two as of late. “Tonight, I have all the groupies I can handle.” He suddenly stood and approached her. He grabbed her hand and led her out the back door and into the waiting car—far from the pool of press and journalists. The car brought them back to Micah’s condo where the two continued to celebrate his win well into the night.

***

“Alice? Alice?” Micah’s voice was somewhere off in the distance. “Alice, your alarm is going off. You have to get up.”

Her eyes flew open as she scooted herself to the top of Micah’s large, silk covered bed. An alarm buzzed to her side, as she moved her hands around in the darkened room to find its source. Once silenced, she lay back down, turning to face Micah wrapped deep in the sheets and covers.

“Do I have to go?” She put on a fake pout.

“No. Not at all. You could stay here, and I could provide for you. Or you could go to work and be all independent working girl.” His eyes were still shut, as he murmured into the bed’s soft spots. Alice reached down to kiss him on the forehead and then slipped back out of the bed. She walked to his dresser where she had started to occupy his top drawer. She slipped on a new pair of panties and some pajamas.

She whispered goodbye to him and promised to call later, as she closed his bedroom door and headed out of the apartment. Micah’s new driver was already there, waiting for her in the garage as he did most mornings. He stood by a polished black car and nodded his head when he spotted her coming.

Alice almost felt sorry for the guy having to be in on their secret routine. At four o’clock in the morning, almost every morning, he would be there waiting for her in the garage of Micah’s apartment. He would then drive her back to her apartment just in time to get dressed and ready for her morning shift of work. It gave her padding in case Caroline awoke and discovered her roommate was out.

This morning, the tiny, two-bedroom apartment was relatively quiet. She could hear Jace, Caroline’s somewhat-boyfriend snoring away while Caroline’s music continued to play in the background. From the look of her purse and the green dress laying on the floor of the living room, she most likely did not get a great sleep last night either. But that was typical of Caroline. It certainly wasn’t of Alice.

After making a quick breakfast and cup of coffee to-go, Alice grabbed her work uniform and headed out the door once more. Her walk was chilly and damp, as she mourned the passing of the summer months. Soon, she’d buy that car she desperately needed—at least she hoped she’d get it before the winter took over and she was stuck trudging through the snow and ice.

The Tick Tock Diner was empty. Again. A few of the morning regulars were there—a city bus driver, a nurse getting off her graveyard shift, and a few truckers pulled over for a quick stop. They all greeted Alice warmly as she took over for Maria. Their company was the only things keeping her on her feet as she fought through the six-hour shift.

As the day grew brighter and customers began to pour in for brunch and lunch, Alice’s spirit picked up. She was always more efficient when under pressure. A little lunch rush wasn’t much, but it at least challenged her to be perky and on the ball.

Pete, her manager and the owner’s son, noticed it. Well, he noticed a lot about her from the way she bent over from the waist to pick up a dropped napkin, to how she showed her bright white teeth when she smiled at a customer. Today, she looked as juicy as ever, but he knew better—even considering what he wanted to do to her put him back in his place.

As her shift finished, he came in with her paycheck and piece of paper. “Here,” he said, thrusting the paper into her hand. She opened it tentatively; it showed her schedule for the rest of the week. “I put you back on afternoons,” he explained with a nearly imperceptible smile. “I’m also reinstating vacation time, so just let me know when you want to take it. Two weeks though—no more.”

He ran his hair through his messy red hair nervously. As he moved past her towards the kitchen, Alice spotted a large bruise on the side of his face. “Pete!” she called after him. As he turned, she had a quick flashback of him grabbing her arm forcefully in the living room of her apartment. Her own arm just getting over the bruise itself. Instead of showing care, she tucked it away. “Thanks for the schedule change,” she said, almost as an afterthought. “I appreciate it.” She tossed her apron to the next waitress coming in, as she grabbed her sweater from the back room.

As she said her goodbyes to her customers, a wind blew through the diner. A long, high pitched laugh followed by a rough man’s voice filled the diner.  “Alice!” Caroline batted her long spider lashes at her as she sat down at the end booth. “I’m glad I caught you! Have lunch with Jace and me. Please?”

Alice looked at the clock. It was just about time for her to go to Micah’s practice. But she knew it would be too suspicious to leave her friend, given that they had barely seen each other since Caroline was her personal gatekeeper, holding off Micah during their separation.

Alice sat down across the booth, as she plastered a smile on her face. Both Caroline and Jace were too focused on one another to really pay much attention to her. Both of their arms were draped around the other, as she spoon fed him his soup like a small child and then licked the broth that ran down his stubbly cheek. It was all Alice could do to stop herself from visibly cringing at the display.

“You’re never around anymore. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staying out all night. Who you screwing?” Caroline’s piercing dark eyes stared down Alice as she said this, almost as if she knew the answer: “Hopefully not that prick of a fighter.”

Jace laughed obnoxiously. “Micah, that MMA fighter? HA! No way she’s nailing him. The guy is blowing up. You know he is up to his eyes in models in Jacuzzis. He’s not going to be doing anything with her.” He pointed at Alice accusingly, as Caroline joined in the mocking laughter.

Alice took a deep breath and pushed the strawberry-blonde hair out of her eyes. “No. I’m not seeing him anymore. We broke up, remember?”

Denial was part of the agreement that she and Micah had made when they restarted their relationship. After Dean, Micah’s coach, had attempted to manipulate Alice out of his life, both knew that secrecy was the only way to protect what they had or wanted to have. This included keeping everything from her roommate and friend at all costs.

Caroline quit laughing and put on a serious façade. “I’m just glad he’s gone. He was no good for you. You need someone a bit gentler.”

Alice couldn’t help but bite. “Yeah? Who’d you have in mind?”

“Well, you’re not gonna like this…” Caroline whispered. “Pete. He really likes you. He wants to be with you. I mean, didn’t he change your schedule this morning and give you vacation time? He’s a good guy.”

Alice rolled her eyes and shook her head hard. “I’m going to pass,” she said flatly. “He’s not my type.”  She had failed to tell Caroline about Pete’s unwanted and uncalled for aggressive advances the one night she almost gave him a chance. While she had enjoyed Micah when he was forceful and a bit demanding, the way Pete had approached her put knots in her stomach just thinking about it. Her body hurt even considering it.

“Really?” Jace snorted, still laughing. “So what
is
your type? From the looks of it,
no one
is living up to Alice’s type.”

Alice shot him a look. Jace was already pretty high on her shit list, but now, he was crossing a line. She longed to shout back at him about how her type certainly wasn’t the trash Caroline associated with, but she kept her anger in. It wasn’t worth the fight, nor the risk of upsetting Caroline over it.

Alice glanced at her phone and pushed her nearly full plate to the side. “I’ve got to go. I’ve got that painting class. I’m going to go out tonight with some of the other people enrolled in my group. I may be out late. Don’t worry about me.” The painting class was an inspired lie. It at least explained why she was, all of a sudden, back to the easel and paint brushes after abandoning them for so long. Plus, it gave her a great excuse to be out of the house in the afternoon and evenings.

“Okay, sugar,” Caroline said sincerely. “Be safe, okay? I worry about you.” She could clearly tell something had happened outside of the temporary breakup. She just couldn’t put her finger on what made Alice so different today than one month ago.