Bad Boy Baby Daddy Read Free Page B

Riley Solis.
    Holy shit.
    It was her, and she was sitting in seat 8A. So she was my new PR rep after all.
    I flicked my gaze away again, allowing no recognition to cross my face. I couldn’t let this chick know that I remembered her. Working with her was going to be awkward enough, especially when I thought about all that we’d gone through as kids. What the hell was she going to think of what I’d become? She certainly wasn’t going to be proud, that was for sure, and for the first time since the fame had started to go to my head, I viewed myself in another way; through the eyes of my childhood friend.
    And it didn’t feel good.
    Shit, I had to stop thinking this way. I had a fight to win and I couldn’t allow myself to get distracted. My opponent Mac Brydie had always been a fierce fighter, and I needed to be on top of my game if I wanted to pound him into the ground and remain a champion.
    I swallowed all of my emotions, getting my mind back to the place that it needed to be before wandering into the center of the cage and flexing my muscles. I turned slowly so everyone could see, and then grinned widely before kissing my biceps, a move that I knew would send the ladies wild. I was proven right by the feminine screams that almost took the roof off.
    I had to force my eyes to stay firmly where they were, because they were absolutely desperate to see if Riley Solis was one of the girls who was yelling for me. I doubted it, though.
    Mac and I got into our positions, staring at one another across the cage. If the circumstances were different, it was likely that Mac and I would have been friends, but we were fighting opponents, so that would probably never happen. Early on in this line of work, I’d decided I wanted to know as little as possible about the real lives of the guys I had to take on in the cage, because I always wanted to be able to fight like an animal. Any humanizing of the person I was punching, and I wouldn’t find it quite so easy.
    I allowed my mind to cloud, and my inner demons began to take over.
    “Round one!” the announcer yelled, and the place blew up with whoops and cheers.
    I stood back, knowing exactly what Mac intended to do. He may have been ripped as fuck and heavier than me, but I already knew that I was going to beat him, because every move he intended to make was written all over his face. He hadn’t yet developed the stoic, poker face that was necessary for surprise attacks.
    As soon as he flew at me, all pumped with his fists raised, I went in for the kill. I kicked out, aiming for the nearest spot to his groin without actually connecting. I knew this move was cheeky as fuck, and almost against the rules, but that’s why I wanted to do it. I wanted to see where the referee’s head was at, and how much I was going to be able to get away with.
    If I got a warning, I would be able to argue it, but if I got nothing, then I would know that he wasn’t decent at his job. I’d then be able to fight as close to the line as possible—just the way I liked it.
    “Jesus...” Mac grunted and stumbled backwards, clearly surprised by my assault.
    I smiled smugly to myself at this. That’s how you do it, you fool, I wanted to say. Don’t wear your emotions on your sleeve, for everyone to see. Especially not your opponent. Idiot.
    The ref blew a sharp whistle but didn’t pull me up for my move, and I nodded to myself, knowing where I was. I could go a little bit over the top, but not the whole way. Perfect.
    This time, I made the attack first. I raced towards Mac while he was still planning his next move, and I planted my first punch. As my fist connected with his skin, adrenaline coursed through my veins, pumping me up even more. It always felt fucking amazing to hit someone with all my might. There was nothing else in the world quite like it.
    As Mac’s head snapped backwards, I pulled out my other fist to use that one too. He pushed me back with his elbow, preventing me from hitting