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and then off to the side.
    Well, crap. I’d been right earlier.
    Kaiden Cross no longer had any idea who I was.

Chapter 2
    Kaiden
    As I strutted around the stage like I owned the fucking joint—which to be fair, I practically did—I lapped up the screams and cheers. This was what made the fighting worth it for me; this was what I’d spent all these years doing it for. There was no better feeling than hundreds of people cheering for you and screaming your name. It just made the ego explode like nothing else ever could, and that’s exactly what it was doing to me in this moment.
    I threw my arms up above my head, riling up the crowd and drumming up the noise level. If my ears weren’t ringing for days after a fight, then I classed it as a shitty night.
    I acted like I was making eye contact with everyone, but really I was just scouting the arena for the hottest chicks. That was the other great thing about being as famous as I was. I could have anyone I wanted, and for a kid that was too geeky to get any female attention in my youth, it was like a fucking dream, and one that I’d taken full advantage of in the last few years. I may have been a late bloomer, but I’d more than made up the numbers since.
    I wasn’t too fussy about who I took to bed, either. I wanted to experience all sorts of different women—blonde, brunette, redheaded, busty, curvy, skinny…I loved them all, and luckily, they fucking loved me in return.
    As I gazed around, my eyes found someone who was oddly familiar, and I was struck by a strange sensation; sort of what I imagined it felt like to see a ghost. My heart leaped into my mouth, and my hands started to feel stiff and numb. I forced my eyes away because I didn’t want to be caught staring at her, but my brain was whirling, panicking and trying to confirm what I thought I’d seen. Or who I thought I’d seen, to be more specific.
    Riley Solis? No fucking way…
    I allowed myself to fixate on a perky pair of breasts that were being flashed my way. They were obviously fake and had nipple rings hanging from them, so I focused on the silver glint while I tried to make myself think straight about who I thought I’d seen in the front row. Surely someone like Riley wouldn’t be caught dead at a trashy MMA fight, unless she’d seriously changed since we were kids.
    Suddenly a conversation that I’d had only a few hours ago flashed in my mind.
    “We’ve sorted you a new PR firm, Kaiden,” Mike said. He was my manager, and he’d been with me for two years now.
    “Yeah?” I replied, mostly disinterested. I wasn’t paid to care about shit like that; it was his job.
    “Yeah. We need to get this situation with Serra under control, and the old firm wasn’t doing shit for you.”
    “You don’t say.” My sarcastic tone was the complete opposite of his calm, collected manner, but that’s why I need someone like him on my side, being the irrational hothead that I was.
    “It’s the Wenden and Brown firm from downtown. I think they said your new agent’s name was Riley…something. Can’t remember the last name. Anyway, she’s young — around your age, actually — but she’s one of the best social media-oriented PR agents around.”
    “She, huh?” I said.
    I flashed a knowing grin at him. Normally Mike only had men working with me because he knew I’d probably end up screwing all the female employees and making things awkward, and I’d already destroyed more than one contract in that way.
    “Leave it,” he said in a warning tone. “We need her. So don’t fuck her.”
    At the time, I’d laughed it off and hadn’t thought about it since, but now, I couldn’t help but think that the Riley he’d been talking about then was the same Riley that I once knew—the one from my childhood. My best friend.
    I tried to think back to which seat he’d said my new agent would be sitting in. 7A? No…8A. I finally allowed my eyes to skim back briefly, just to confirm that it was in fact