Caged (Bound by Cage Book 1)

by Brittany Crowley

  “It’s not a pool party Ash, I need a dress to wear to the fight and after party. I think my bathing suits actually cover more than this. I definitely think my clothes will be good enough for our down time so don’t worry about that.” She gives me the side eye as she continues going through her closet.

  “That is the dress you will wear to the fight, Zander will love it and don’t worry, most of your important pieces will mostly be covered.” She turns around and winks at me.

  Thirty minutes later I go back into my room with a heap of clothes to pack. I’m trusting Ashlyn on this one because I dress for comfort 98% of the time, skinny jeans and hoodies will only take me so far. As I’m beginning to fold everything and put them in my suitcase my phone rings. I look at the screen and see it’s my dad.

  “Hey dad, what’s crack-a-lacking?” I know I’m about to get an earful. If nothing else, Jack Jenks always has a schedule in place.

  “Sweetie, I’ll be picking you up promptly at 7:30 am and for the love of god please control yourself and bring one suitcase. You’re not one of those Kardeeshans, so have some restraint.” How am I going to get through this trip with him? After Zander invited Dad to watch him train, he’s been inviting him a couple times a week so he decided it would be a great idea to invite him to the fight. At this point he knew he was going to ask me so he asked him to keep it a secret until he got a chance to ask me. Having someone I know to go with lessens my nerves. At least when Zander needs to train or do publicity I’ll have someone to wander around Vegas with. I don’t think I’d be able to wander around by myself not really being much of a city girl.

  “I know Dad, and it’s the Kardashians. You give me this speech every time we’ve ever gone somewhere since I was five. I was in the middle of packing when you called me, so I’ll get back to it and see you at 8:00 am sharp.” I try not to laugh as I try and push his buttons.

  “Savannah Marie Jenks I said 7:30 and you know it! Stop grab assing and finish packing. This is the most important thing that’s ever happened to me…” I stop him and clear my throat, “…well, outside of you being born of course.” I start laughing and we say our goodbyes. I really believe if I am not on the front steps with my suitcase in hand by the time he pulls in that he’ll leave without me.

  The final things I place in the suitcase are the two most important. My dress to the fight and my dress for the after party. I told Ash I would wear the black dress to the after party seeing as my Dad would have a heart attack if he saw me in it for the fight. He’s not going to the party because in his words “I’m too fucking old for that shit Savannah. If I wanted to see people sexing it up in the corners of the room, I’d go to a sex club.” I tried to explain to him that he watches way too much Sons of Anarchy and that his vision is being skewed on what happens in real life. He wouldn’t hear it which I actually don’t mind as long as he understood I will not be “sexing it up”. Not having him there is a good thing, especially if Zander wins and we’re celebrating. I have never hung out with the caliber of friends that he has, but something tells me it would be best if Dad went back to his hotel room.

  As I finish packing I grab my phone and call Zander. He left for Vegas on Sunday because he has a lot of press to do and he needs to continue training routinely going into the week of the fight. Not to mention his trainer believes in withholding sex so he doesn’t lose his “aggression or competitive motivation.” Seeing each other as little as possible until after the fight is the best for both of us. Whenever I see him I just want to rip his clothes off and lick every inch of his rock-hard body. I miss him so much.

  “Hey baby.” He answers on the third ring pulling me out of my sexual fantasies.

  “Hey babe, I miss you so much. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

  “Me too. I can’t pick you up from the airport tomorrow because my agent has me scheduled for an interview at the time you land. If I could get out of it I would, but like I’ve said before, getting all the publicity we can in before a fight is beneficial for our ratings.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Dad and I can just call for a cab or an Uber. No worries, I don’t want you stressing over me before your fight. You need to concentrate on your fight with Julio and what I have planned for you after you win.” I say the last part as seductively as I can.

  “Yeah baby, I can think of a couple things you could do to me after the fight that I will be a willing participant in. I can also think of a few things I’m going to do to your sexy little body. This sex ban is killing me. I never really cared before because I swore off women leading up to all of my fights, but this time around it’s like my body craves your touch.”

  “I know what you mean. It will make it that much more special after you win the trophy.”

  He starts to laugh, “Savvy, I don’t win a fucking trophy, I win the Heavy Weight Championship belt. I would have thought you’d know a little more about fighting by now.”

  “We don’t really talk about fighting when were together, it’s not like I’ve researched it. This is all new and exciting to me. I’ll learn more as we go along I promise. If you’re worried about me watching the fight, rest assured, I will be the loudest one there! I will be cheering you on so hard you won’t know what hit you.” I think on that for a second. “People cheer at these things, right? I mean, they’re not silent like golf?”

  “You can cheer your little heart out. It gives me the extra motivation to knock Julio on his ass because nobody wants to look like a pussy in front of their girl on the biggest night of their life.” I start to hear someone talking loudly in the background. I hear him say “One minute,” to someone.

  “Alright baby I have to go and do a radio interview. I cannot wait to see your sexy ass tomorrow.”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow Zander. Bye.” I hang up the phone and start to get excited. I cannot believe I’m about to get on a plane in the morning to go see my boyfriend fight in Vegas! I look over to the clock and notice it’s a little after ten. I decide I should try and get some sleep so I’m not exhausted in the morning. I put my phone on the charger after setting about six alarms just in case and head to the bathroom for my nightly routine. As I lie down I can’t help think about the whirl wind this weekend is going to be. It will be the first time I’m with Zander the “celebrity” opposed to the sweet and attentive Zander I’m used to. I just hope I’m in no way disappointed and running for the hills after this weekend.

  *****

  It is currently 7:45, I am standing on my front steps with my suitcase and Dad is just now pulling in the drive way. I can tell he’s hauling ass when he screeches to a halt. He jumps out of his truck then proceeds to power walk over to me. “Well, well, well what do we have here? I seem to remember you saying not to be late when you promptly arrived at 7:30.” I look down at my watch. “My watch is telling me it is indeed 15 minutes after your supposed prompt arrival. Care to explain yourself old man?” He looks down at the ground and I notice a blush going up his cheeks.

  “Um…you know Dee next door…” I cut him off.

  “No, no, no, no, absolutely not! We will never ever discuss your sex life dad, EVER!” God just thinking about my Dad in a physical relationship makes me want to gag.

  “Well honey, it’s a normal part of life. I was going to tell you about her, but I didn’t know how you’d feel about me dating. I will tell Dee to scram because my baby girl is not comfortable with the idea. And by telling her to scram, I mean continue what I have been doing without you knowing. Surely you know a man has his needs Savannah.” I start to dry heave.

  “This conversation is over let’s get going. I don’t ever want to hear about “your needs” ever again. As a matter of fact, from here on out your needs do not exist to me. For the record, I like Mrs. Adams, I think she’s good for you. You are more than welcome to court her.” He mumbles his understanding while he grabs my suitcase and puts it in the bed of his truck.

  When we get to the airport my Dad parks somewhere different
than we usually do. “Where are we going? You just went past the overnight parking lot.” He continues on driving, “Well the thing is, were not flying coach, my man Zander has gotten us a private jet.”

  “WHAT? Why the hell would he spend that kind of money on us? We would have been perfectly fine flying coach, hey, he could have even sprung for first class! But a private jet?” I take out my phone and dial Zander’s number. It rings and rings until it goes to voicemail.

  “I may have told him to not answer the phone if you called before the flight. All you Jenks women are stubborn,” then he mumbles, “trying to refuse a private jet from your boyfriend. You’re all crazy!” I laugh out loud. Maybe I am over reacting. I told myself I had to go into this weekend with a new set of eyes and here I am acting like he killed someone for doing something sweet for me. I shoot off a text to Zander thanking him for being so thoughtful. Almost immediately my phone chimes.

  My Sexy Fighter: Have a safe flight baby. I can’t wait to see you in a few hours. ;)

  I put my phone in my purse as we get out of the truck and make our way to the plane. We walk up the steps and are welcomed at the top by a flight attendant who shows us to where we can sit. There are couches and single seats, all super comfy with plenty of space. Not too far after, we are taking off down the runway and up in the air heading towards Las Vegas.

  The flight attendant comes up to us for our drink orders. My Dad orders a beer and I get a mimosa because the closer we get to Vegas the more my nerves kick up and I’ll surely need a little liquid courage to quiet them down. My Dad talks my ear off the whole way talking about the fight. I think he may be more excited to see it than I am. He tells me Zander’s opponent is a submission guy, whatever that means. He also tells me that Zander is great at getting out of submission holds which bodes well for him in the fight. After about an hour I start to zone him out as I doze off.

  It feels like ten minutes later my Dad is barking in my ear, “Savannah wake the hell up, and wipe that drool from your face. Christ I can’t take you anywhere.” I wipe my mouth which I’m horrified to admit there was definitely drool. We exit the plane when we get the okay to, then go and retrieve our suitcases.

  Coming down the steps of the plane I spot a large black SUV with blacked out windows. My Dad acknowledges that it’s our ride to the hotel as he leads me over to it. The driver is standing outside and as we get to him he greets us and grabs our suitcases to put in the trunk. He comes back and opens the door for us and I squeal when I see Zander when the door opens. I jump into the SUV and maul him, crushing my lips to his. He steadies us cupping my ass as my tongue dives into his mouth stroking his tongue. It’s at this point I hear my Dad clear his throat and I realize we have an audience.

  I gather myself together and sit down next to Zander practically in his lap wanting to be as close to him as possible. My Dad jumps in the front seat next to the driver. He is already talking his ear off about the gas mileage he gets, my Dad can literally make a friend anywhere he goes. Zander puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. I look over to him puzzled. “What happened to your radio interview?”

  “I lied. I wanted it to be a surprise picking you up from the airport. Let me tell you, if this is how you react to a surprise, I plan on surprising you all the time.” The hunger in his eyes is killing me. I am so aroused my panties are soaked just being in his presence, even with my Dad in the front seat. Pointing down to his cock, he mouths “what the fuck am I supposed to do about this?” I bust out laughing.

  He leans over so his lips are next to my ear as he whispers, “Do you think it’s funny that my dicks as hard as steel four feet away from your dad? That all it wants is to sink into that perfect pussy of yours and pound the shit out of you? You’re going to pay for this baby.” I start to squirm in my seat and cross my legs trying to give the ache in between my legs some relief. He notices my movements then starts to get a devilish grin on his face from knowing he is making me horny as shit. I lean over to him, place my hand high up on his thigh grazing his cock and whisper in his ear, “Promise?” Leaning his head back he groans. I realize if I continue my Dad is going to notice the massive tent he is now sporting in the front of his pants. I remove my hand to my own lap and place my head on his shoulder. I guess I’ll behave, for now.

  When we get to the hotel, I go to grab my suitcase. As I’m trying to get the trunk open Zander stops me. “It will be taken care of and brought to our room Savvy.” He puts his hand on the small of my back and turns me toward the hotel. I notice a swarm of photographers standing outside the door and I feel him freeze. “Sorry baby, I should have had Dante drop us off at the back entrance. I’m going to go ahead in by myself so they don’t suspect anything. If they see us together your face will be plastered everywhere within a couple hours.” He bends down to kiss my cheek then proceeds to head on in. As he gets to the paparazzi they start to go crazy shouting his name and trying to get pictures. It’s over in the blink of an eye as my Dad and I make our way to the entrance of the hotel. The photographers look our way but quickly realize we are of no importance to them so they stand around waiting again. I notice one guy take our picture before disappearing into the crowd, weird. When we enter the hotel, we see Zander at the concierge so we head over to him.

  “I got your room key Jack,” he hands it to him. “I hope you don’t mind you’re a few floors below us because everyone’s in town for the fight and all of the suites have been booked.” My Dad slaps his back with a smile on his face. “Just glad to be here, I’d sleep in a fucking closet if that were the only option.” We all laugh at my dad’s enthusiasm to be here.

  “I have to get in a couple hours of training, but I figure we can meet up for dinner in about three hours. Does that work for you guys?” He looks towards us as we nod our heads in agreement. “Great. Savvy this is for you,” he hands me a black credit card and I start to break out into a cold sweat. Everyone knows what this is, especially as a female. Reluctantly grabbing it I turn it over and notice it has my name on it. I open my mouth to protest but he cuts me off. “Baby, this weekend is special to me and I want you to have a fantastic time. Please don’t hesitate to use this for the both of you. There is no limit so go crazy,” he winks at me.

  I pull my wallet out of my purse and shove the card in it knowing there is no way in hell I’m using his credit card, especially when he isn’t even with us. Quick as lightning he grabs my wallet and removes my other credit cards and puts them in his pocket before placing it back in my hand. I look at him with irritation in my eyes.

  “I told you this weekend is my treat and I meant it. Jack make sure Savvy here uses this card. If you even have the littlest inkling that she is interested in something, make her buy it.” Pouting my lips has him chuckling and leaning in to kiss it off of my mouth.

  “No problem son, Savannah thank the man and let’s get going. The craps table is calling my name.”

  I look over to Zander and wrap my arms around his waist as I mumble “Thanks”.

  Laughing at my tantrum he squeezes me back. “Can’t say I have ever had anybody try and refuse my money before.”

  “I am not with you for your money Zander, I just want you,” he leans down and kisses me.

  “That makes me want to spoil you even more. Now get going and see some cool shit, I need to be at the gym in ten minutes.” Giving me one last lingering kiss he walks away. I turn to my Dad and ask what he wants to do.

  “I’m about to teach you the crabs table sweet heart.” Throwing his arm around my shoulders we take off towards the hotel casino, I don’t even know what craps are but based off of the name I’m hoping the game has very little to do with the literary meaning.

  Two hours later I’m in shock watching my Dad kill it at the craps table. He started out with a $50 from his wallet stating he can’t gamble with another man’s money, and now he’s up to $8,000! That is so much money, I’ve never seen someone win so much before! I hear people calling him a hot shooter, w
hatever the hell that means.

  Five minutes later he collects his winnings and heads to cash out.

  “Holy shit Dad! That was insane!” I’m practically jumping up and down with excitement.

  “Sweetie you need to school your expression for when Zander wins. This is chump change compared to his take after he wins the fight. He’s looking at about a $5 million dollar pay out if he wins.” My jaw immediately hits the floor. I knew Zander had money, come on anyone with a chef and can open up their own gym clearly has some money to spend, but multimillion dollars for one fight? That’s insane to me!

  “Not to mention all the endorsements he’ll be raking in. He’ll be doing alright for himself whether he wins or loses, although we all know Julio Alverez doesn’t stand a chance. Piece of shit,” he mumbles the last part under his breath.

  Okay, I’m not going to freak out. What if Zander is worth millions of dollars, he is still the sweet guy that I fell in love with.

  I gasp. “Holy shit I love him.” I say out loud.

  My Dad eyes me like I’m crazy. “Well no shit sweetheart. Anyone with two eyes can see the love you two have for each other. The way he looks at you reminds me of the love I felt for your mother.” I notice his eyes getting a little glassy as he takes a deep breath. “I know I always joke around but I think Zander is a fine man, I couldn’t have picked someone better for you honey.”

  “Um, Dad, you didn’t pick him for me.” I laugh.

  “I guess you’re right. Maybe it was just wishful thinking sweetie. Just embrace all of this, I know you’re freaking out inside because you’re not used to all of this. Just give it a fair shot, in your heart you know who that boy is.” I give him a hug and we decide to head back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.

  CHAPTER 13