Savor Read Free Page B

don’t…I don’t fucking know what to do with that information.
    “Evenings are often free for you to fill your time with whatever activities you see fit. However, please be aware that is subject to change with photo shoots, interviews, and other social responsibilities. Also, please be aware that sometimes instead of a lunch break, you may be filled in there as well.” Stopping at the corner, in front of a building that looks a little sketchy from the outside, her mouth continues to run to the point where I fear it might fall off. “You should also know that weekly grooming maintenance is required—”
    “Grooming maintenance? I’m not a fucking poodle.”
    “No.” Her eyes roam over my body. “Far from it.” When her tongue touches her lips, for the first time ever, I feel uncomfortable.
    Look, I don’t mind being drooled over. Speaking of, wipe yours away, but I have to fucking work with this woman. From what it sounds like, I’m gonna see her at the same rate I’m used to seeing Maxx. Having her give me those ‘come fuck me eyes’ in her ‘come fuck me’ shoes isn’t gonna end well. For anyone.
    “Jake requires his fighters to not only be good in the ring but look it as well. You can stand here and fight, moan, groan, and stomp your feet, but, fact of the matter is, it’s in your contract. You’ll do it. It’s simple. Now, I had the girl deliver your protein shake straight here, since there’s probably about a ten minute wait before your appointment. Shall we?”
    I wave my hand for her to go ahead, a new feeling of dread washing over me.
    What exactly did I sign myself up for?

Chapter 4
Maxx
    You ever get nervous waiting for the doctor? There’s just something about the long wait to be informed of what is wrong with you or told what you need to do better for your health that makes my hands shake. Sometimes, I think it’s because of how shitty everything ended up with Dad. The added ugliness of this gown damn sure isn’t helping the matter. Why does it have to open in the back like some sort of unfinished straight jacket?
    “Can we come back in?” Dean’s voice calls from behind the closed door.
    “Yeah. Come on,” I reply.
    Luke and Dean enter my exam room together both smiling like they’ve just won some sort of weird ass lottery.
    How is it that everyone else is super excited about me being knocked up? 10 bucks says Luke would flip his shit if he had to carry around a baby and ruin his washboard abs, his shrine to the importance of proper eating and working out.
    “Stop looking so nervous, Maxx,” Luke scolds standing beside me. “It’s not gonna be that bad.”
    “I’m not nervous. I’m upset.”
    “Why are you upset?”
    “Because I wanted to stop for ice cream, and you vetoed me.”
    I can’t help it. I eat when I’m nervous. I know I just said I wasn’t but shh. He doesn’t need to know I’m terrified that the doctor is gonna walk in with three horns, a bull ring between her nostrils, and a devil tail hanging out of her pants. Did I mention I really don’t like doctors?
    “After. I told you after. I swear the Kid has more patience than you sometimes,” he mumbles before moving his scolding on to Dean. With a heavy sigh he questions, “What are you doing?”
    “Look. It looks like a duck. Quack. Quack,” he laughs playing with one of the tools in the room.
    I don’t have the heart to tell him what that is.
    “Do you have any idea what that is used for?” Luke slides one hand in his pocket, the fatherly tone rising in his voice.
    Suddenly, Dean cocks another grin, his smile almost a carbon copy of Logan’s, so close in fact it hurts to look at. “I’m guessing it’s not for making duck puppets.”
    “They stick that in the same place that you’re so desperately trying to stick your penis.” As soon as Dean’s face begins to frown, Luke finishes with, “And then they crank it open and—”
    “Okay! Okay!” He puts it back down and shudders. “I get