The Fight Club Read Free

exhausted. I’ll need a heavy breakfast tomorrow morning." She sighed as I rolled next to her on the bed.
    "Are you planning to stay here for the whole night?" I never gave excuses to women I fucked. I just didn't want to be stuck with those girls, having pity fights. No. I don't do sleepovers.
    "What did you just say? What the fuck? Are you throwing me away, just after you fucked my brains out? How cheap. I don't expect this from a billionaire like you,” she complained.
    "Do you really think that you’re the first girl to say this?" I smirked. "I might just lose the count."
    My voice saddened. I fucked for just the sake of fucking. It was the twenty seventh Monday when I fucked a woman and then asked her to leave the hotel room.
    "What a crap person you are!" She threw a cushion at me.
    "I don't want to say get out, but I literally mean the same." Once she leaves the room, I’ll check in another hotel room I booked. After all, how could I sleep in the same bed where I fucked a woman I didn’t care about?
    She walked to me, still naked. She goddamn slapped me pretty hard. But she wasn't the first one. It was one of many slap I had received
    But it was nothing compared to the slap Tonya gave me.
    "Do you know you are the biggest jerk I ever met?" she blurted.
    "Please don't try anything. No one would believe you slept with a multi-billionaire. They will think it’s a publicity stunt."
    "I take my words back. You are actually an asshole." She collected her scattered clothes from the floor.
    I opened the door for her when she was ready to go. When she left the room, I saw a tear drop from her eye. I sensed sadness in my heart. But it was nothing compared to the sadness Tonya had given me.
    "Come on, Noah. You don't have to worry about her. She will be in someone else’s lap by tomorrow," I whispered, pouring a glass of whiskey for myself because the night was just starting and I knew I wouldn't get any sleep. Mondays were like that. Sleepless and painful.
    "Till next Monday." I raised my glass to myself.
    ***
    "So how did your Monday go?" Nina asked me as I sat across her. Her black eyes sparkled with curiosity. She was my therapist, and I guess therapist don't feel any emotion for their client.
    These therapy sessions were a gift from my Uncle Sam. I don't know why I accepted his offer, to join a therapy after my emotional breakdown couple years back.
    I preferred these sessions after the first Monday of every month, so I could talk with her about my emotions. She was good at what she did, and once, I even thought of asking her out on a date. But she wasn't my type, and if I had fucked her, I would’ve lost a good therapist.
    "You know me very well, and still you bother to ask?" I hated her, because she had a canny ability to peek in my mind and know what I was thinking at that moment. But I gave her full credit for my recovery after that night with Tonya.
    "And it's the only thing remaining that makes you come here. If you get over your Monday excursions, you are free to avoid these sessions. I'll even tell Sam that you are completely better.” She gave me her typical smile. She knew that I was cursing her in my mind at that moment.
    "I hate you." I said it in her face, but that wasn't new to her. I've said it more than a hundred times in last two years.
    "We were discussing your hobbies last time. Why did you stop fighting?"
    "Because I don't really have time. Do you know Orange Computers is investing one billion dollars in China, and I need every moment of my time for that project? Even when I'm sitting with you here, I'm losing thousands of dollars. Maybe millions."
    She rolled her eyes. "Why don't you take some time out of your busy schedule and join a fight club, just for training? If you can get take time out for fucking a random woman every first week of the month, I guess you can take out an hour in your weekly schedule."
    "Why do you want me to fight again? What's the motive behind it?"
    "I think it will be