Romance: JADEN: An MMA Fighter Romance (Bad Boy Tattoo Romance) (New Adult Pregnancy Short Stories)

Romance: JADEN: An MMA Fighter Romance (Bad Boy Tattoo Romance) (New Adult Pregnancy Short Stories) Read Free

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Author: Kristen Chase
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offer to take me on privately.  This wasn’t what I wanted though.  If I was going to embarrass myself, it would have to be for a much better reason.
    “I don’t think I’ll be able to.  I’m just really busy at the moment.  But thanks for the offer.”
    “Oh, yeah, of course.  Well, if you change your mind, just give us a shout.”
    I smiled painfully, trying to mask my heavy disappointment.
    “Sure.”
    I turned, walking away and I felt my tears rush to the start line, ready to begin the race down my cheeks.  I sucked in a deep breath and then I heard my name again.
    “Alyssa!”
    I tensed up again and let his voice light up my hope ever so slightly.  I turned around and saw his endearing eyes smiling at me.
    “It was great to see you.”
    I smiled, my heart skipping a beat.
    “You too.”
    I paused waiting to see if further words would leave his lips, but instead he stood there seeming to be doing the same thing.  Of course, when I went to turn away again though, he began to talk again, and I was stopped.
    “Just be careful.”
    “Okay.”
    I nodded, smiling.  I was beginning to think this was his way of showing a girl he was interested.  He didn’t know quite what to say but it actually seemed like he didn’t want me to leave.  I was so confused.  His signals were so mixed up and incoherent, I didn’t know which way he wanted me to go, or what he wanted me to do, or what he even felt.  Right now I felt as though he was wanting to see me again, but just moments ago and rewinding back the last hour, he had acted as if I didn’t even exist.  I thought girls were supposed to be the complicated ones but Jaden was definitely giving that theory a run for its money.
    “I think I can convince you to come back.”
    I looked at him confused, not sure where he was intending to go with this.
    “Can we chat this week sometime, you know, just so we can work out something?”
    “Work out what?”
    Shit, I didn’t want to be so abrupt but I really didn’t know what he was on about.  I should have taken his invite with open arms but my head obviously didn’t agree.
    “Training.”  He spoke matter-of-factly, like what else would he be talking about?
    I suddenly realised what he had been meaning this whole time, and my wall of defence came up immediately.  He thought that he could help me become a thin gym junkie like his other barbie dolls.  My anger rose considerably fast.
    “Why do you want me to train so badly?”
    “Shit.  No I don’t.”
    “Whatever.”
    My heart couldn’t take anymore and my brain couldn’t muster together any more polite responses.  He had just made it very clear that I didn’t belong in his world and I definitely wasn’t good enough.  I walked out, this time, desperate to leave the room without another interruption.  As soon as I felt the air on the other side of the door rush against my face, relief hit my anger and calmed me down.  I continued walking until I reached my car and then slowed down, relaxing my anxious breathing. 
    I sat in my car and I saw Jaden walking towards me.  He just couldn’t take no as an answer and I was beginning to really dislike him now.  I pretended not to see him and I checked my phone to avoid his eye contact.  There was a knock at my window, and even though I knew it was Jaden, I jumped automatically, momentarily, scared by the sudden noise at my side.  I rolled down the window and faced my new found nemesis.
    “Are you crying because of me?”
    I felt my cheeks and the wetness on my fingertips surprised me.  I hadn’t actually realised that my tears had won the war against my head.
    “No.”
    I lied angrily.
    “Sorry.”
    He stood at my door looking helpless and uncomfortable.
    “What do you want?”
    “I don’t know.  I just wanted to apologise.”
    “For what?”  I asked snidely. 
    I hated when people apologised just because they thought they should, without actually knowing why.
    “For making you

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