by Ash Johnson
When I make it outside the house, I try to find a street sign so that I can call a cab. When I make it to the corner of the street, I realize that Jay lives about three blocks away from Elle. Awesome, now I don’t have to call a cab. As I start my short walk home, I pull out my phone so that I have it handy in case something happens. I notice that I have a text from a number I don’t know. It was the one I got while I was starting round two with Jay, so I open it and my brow furrows when I read it.
Unknown- Big mistake.
That’s all it says. It makes me a bit uneasy but I don’t know who sent it, or if it was even meant for me, so I shrug and decide to blow it off. I changed my number right after I left Rob because he kept calling me, but I still have his phone number programmed into my phone so that I know if it’s him calling me.
After a five minute walk home, I make it through the front door and tiptoe to my room down the long hallway, wondering if Blake is here since mine and Elle’s cars are the only ones in the driveway. When I make it to my room and change into pajamas, I collapse onto my bed and fall into a deep sleep.
Chapter 10
Jay
My body wakes up before my eyes open and I smile, remembering how much fun I had last night with Ada. When I reach my hand out to the spot Ada was sleeping in, I’m majorly disappointed when I find that it’s empty.
I peel my eyes open and don’t see her anywhere, so I wonder if she’s run to the bathroom or if she’s gone. When I sit up and glance around the room, I see that all of her clothes are missing and I know that she left already.
I was actually hoping that Ada would have stayed through the night because I was looking forward to spending this morning getting to know her better, maybe stay in bed and have sex a few times and then go to a nice breakfast where we would talk and laugh.
Go figure that when I finally find a girl that I actually feel I could get to know, she sneaks out in the middle of the night, using one of my tricks against me.
I don’t even have a way of contacting her. I never got her number or even her last name so I can’t look her up, but then I remember that Blake went home with her friend Elle and he said that they lived together. He’ll know where she lives and I can go ask her on a date.
I jump out of bed and throw on some basketball shorts before sprinting downstairs, maybe a little too excited at the idea that I’ll get to see Ada again.
As expected, Blake is awake before I am and he’s sitting on a barstool at the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal.
“Morning Jay,” Blake mumbles through a mouth full of cereal. “How’d it go with Ada last night? That chick seemed really cool,” he says.
“It went really well last night,” I smile thinking back to how great she was in the sack. “She was really cool, but she bailed before I woke up this morning,” I tell Blake, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
“Why does that piss you off? Oh wait, I get it. You are in love with her, aren’t you?” Blake snickers at me.
“Shut up dick. Didn’t you say that Elle and Ada live together?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound too eager.
“Yeah, they do. Ada moved in with Elle a few months ago after she got divorced,” Blake shakes his head, possibly at the thought of some moron ever letting a chick like Ada go, and then turns his attention back to his bowl of cereal.
Divorce? “Ada was married?” I ask. She didn’t say anything about that to me, but it would make sense that someone would want to take her off the market, she’s gorgeous.
“You didn’t get any of this information before you got her in the sack?” he raises an eyebrow to me and I give him the death glare.
We didn’t say anything really descriptive about ourselves because we were too busy grinding on each other and making out like horny teenagers. After a few seconds of listening to Blake laugh at how stupid I am, he continues to tell me what he knows about Ada.
“Yeah, I guess her husband was cheating on her and she left him,” Blake says shaking his head before he continues. “How could you ever cheat on a girl like that? She was freaking awesome. She had a great sense of humor, her eyes were fucking amazing, and that slamming little body of hers; how could you ever stray from that?” Blake mutters behind his smile, leaning his body away from me as he watches my fists clench and veins pop out of my forearms.
“You better shut the fuck up now man or you’re going to be in a world of hurt,” I growl through gritted teeth. I’m not exactly sure why I’m getting so pissed off that Blake is talking about her that way, but it just doesn’t sit right with me to know that Blake can make jokes like Ada’s any other girl.
Blake laughs at me and stands to put his bowl to the sink. “Wow Jay. One night with her and she’s already got you defending her. That never happens with the other girls you fuck, in fact, you don’t remember their names most of the time. She must have been porn star material. Did she have a magic vag?” Blake is within grabbing distance so I pull his head toward me and tuck it into the crook of my elbow, holding him tightly in a headlock.
“Watch what you say about Ada, fucker. She’s different,” I spit out, feeling a bit of satisfaction as I watch his face turn red and he smacks my forearm, signaling me to let go. I do and he takes a few steps away from me before bending over and grabbing his knees.
“Okay man,” Blake says, gasping for air. “I’ll never talk about Ada again.”
“Not like that, you won’t,” I hiss and then remember that I need to find out where she lives. I take a few deep breaths and focus on getting the information I want.
“So- Elle?” I say, asking the question of whether or not he nailed her in just a word and a name.
“Yeah, she was a screamer,” he answers with a smile on his face.
“So you know where she lives then?” I anxiously ask, hoping it isn’t really far away. My stomach sinks when I see Blake shaking his head back and forth.
“No, we never made it past the club’s men’s room. We fucked twice and then went our merry ways. Best way to end the night if you ask me,” Blake says through his smile.
“Fuck!” I yell and pound my fists against the counter. I’m upset that I have nothing to go off of and now I’ll probably never see Ada again. I think I have just surprised both of us with my reaction.
“I’m sorry, man. I was going to follow her to her house, but I told her that I had to hit the head first. When I was on my way out of the bathroom, she shoved me back in and said that she was horny and couldn’t wait till she was home. So, I just took her into a stall and she wrapped around me like she couldn’t get enough. That was one of the better bathroom fucks I’ve ever had, that’s for sure,” he nods with a wistful look in his eyes and runs his hand along his almost shaved head.
“This fucking sucks. I actually wanted to hang out with Ada more, maybe even take her on a date.” I mutter. Then I sigh, upset that I’ll never get the chance to do it. Blake’s brows reach his hairline at my admission.
“I’m sorry Jay; I didn’t realize you liked her that much. Hey, why don’t we go to the gym and spar for a bit to get your mind off of her. You have another fight on Friday that we have to get you ready for anyway.” Blake slaps me on my bare back and I nod then start walking back to my room to get my things.
After I get dressed I walk over to grab my gym bag and notice that there is something dark sitting on top of it. I pick it up and lightly laugh- it’s Ada’s purple lace thong that I ripped from her tiny body last night. I’m not sure if she couldn’t find them or if she left them for me, but I’m glad I have a little something to remember her by, so I throw them in my nightstand and head to the gym to work off all of the alcohol I consumed last night.
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The week goes by relatively slowly and although I should be focusing on training for my fight in a few hours, I haven’t been able to keep my mind off Ada. She’s been the only thing on my mind all week and that scares me.
I’ve never had a woman occupy my mind like Ada has. Every time I close
my eyes, I see her gorgeous halo of silky blonde hair and her tiny button nose. Then the image of her naked takes over my thoughts. With her perky little breasts and her taught body wrapping around mine as she arches into me flashing through my mind, I’m instantly hard. Damn it.
Ivana, one of the ring girls during my fights and a girl that I’ve fucked a few times asks me if I want to find a closet for a little release before tonight’s fight, but I just can’t do it. All I can think of is Ada’s face and how I want to be buried balls deep in her. I want to stare into her unique eyes while she comes.
Damn that Ada; she’s screwing with my brain. I finally step into the cage and prepare to face off Javier Martin, a dirty fighter who will do anything to win, including biting and the occasional cock shot to throw you off, and realize I’m not prepared at all.
I’m nervous now because all I could focus on are different colored eyes and a bright smile, and I haven’t worked on my defense against this opponent. Ivana gives me a dirty look as she walks by holding the round one sign and when the bell rings I am severely unprepared for the ass whooping that I am about to receive.
Martin starts out with a hard right hook to my left ear and then a swift kick to the stomach. I back up to regain my composure and counter attack. I get a few hits in on his face and ribs, but he pulls my head down and my face connects with his knee, knocking me to the ground and then he jumps on top of me.
I can already tell that my nose is broken because I’m having a difficult time breathing out of it, but I can’t focus on my nose at the moment. I put my hands up in front of my face to protect myself while he strikes above me, assaulting me from every angle.
I try to shift my body and get out from under him and attempt to grapple, but it’s no use. I’m getting swift jabs to my ribs and before I know it, Martin connects with my temple in the perfect spot, knocking me unconscious.
Chapter 11
Ada
The week has dragged by because all I can think of is last Friday night and how wonderful Jay was. Every time I close my eyes I see that large muscular body above me, his enormous tattooed arms holding me tight, and his deep brown eyes practically looking through me.
I keep wondering if he has thought of me as well, or if I’m just delusional. I’m most likely delusional. I’m sure he’s moved on to the next girl by now, and that kind of stings. I know it shouldn’t because it was just a one night stand and I’m the one that bailed before the sun came up, but one more night in bed with Jay and I could die a happy woman.
It seems relatively calm around the hospital when I drag myself in for my shift Friday night. I stop at the nurse’s station to get the information on my patients from the day nurse, Emily, and listen carefully as she tells me about the status of all of my new patients.
“So, room 10 has a three year old boy with a high fever. I’ve administered an IV of saline and given him some ibuprofen and we’re just keeping him for observation for the next hour or so. Room 13 is a forty six year old female who was injured in a t-bone car accident. She has broken both her left femur and tibia which has been casted, and bruised her pelvic bone. She has an IV and was given some Oxycodone about an hour ago.
“The last patient I have for you tonight is in room 17. He’s a male, twenty seven, and is an MMA fighter and was injured during his fight.” I roll my eyes at that.
What a stupid and brutal sport; let’s beat the crap out of each other for a few minutes and see who’s left standing at the end. Why do people have to be so violent, especially for no real reason?
“I know, right?” Emily says in response to my eye rolling, “But he’s super good looking. If I weren’t already married I would sample that one,” she whispers, biting her lower lip and shaking her head slowly.
I widen my eyes and feel my brows creep into my hairline. Emily is super picky about men. Her husband is gorgeous so if she thinks this guy is hot then he must be.
“Okay, so what’s wrong with bruiser then?” I ask, wondering what I’m dealing with. Emily’s blue eyes come back into focus and she clears her throat.
"Oh yeah, he was knocked unconscious in the ring, has a slight break along his nasal bone, light bruising of the ribs on his left side and has to have his ear drained because he has a nasty case of cauliflower ear. He hasn’t woken yet, but I’ve administered an IV, his vitals are good, and he has a friend with him that was told to buzz us the minute bruiser woke up,” Emily finishes, handing me the laptop with all of her previous instructions typed down for me.
“Okay then, get on out of here and home to that fine as hell husband of yours before you go back to the tasty looking dude in 17 and get into trouble,” I say, swatting Emily on the butt as she walks past me.
“Have a good night Ada,” Emily calls.
“You too, Em,” I say back to her and start walking toward room 17 so that I can check on the unconscious fighter. Before I make it to the room I feel a pair of arms slide around my waist.
I freeze immediately, wondering who this could be, when I hear a whisper in my ear and I do my best to hide the cringe creeping across my face.
“Hey Ada, are you free tomorrow? We could grab some dinner around seven,” Greg says in what I assume is his most seductive voice, but it really just makes my stomach turn. I close my eyes and wonder how many times I can turn him down before he’ll actually take the hint.
“I’m sorry, Greg, but I’m really not interested in dating right now. I hope you understand,” I say in my most sympathetic voice as I peel his hands from my waist and start to back away from him.
“No, I don’t really understand Ada, but I’ll give you all the time you need. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready to be together.” He blows a kiss to me and starts backing away, pulling something out of the pocket of his scrubs while he moves toward the elevator.
I let out a puff of air and shake my head, trying to figure out how to get him to back off. Then I remember that I’m at work and don’t have time to focus on Greg at the moment, so I continue walking toward room 17.
I have my free hand buried into the pockets of my hot pink scrubs and my head is down, looking into my palm as I search for my pen, when I open the door and make my way into the room.
“Ada?” I hear someone in the room mumble. I throw my head up to see Blake sitting in a chair, cell phone in hand, next to the bed. My brows scrunch together and then I shift my focus onto the patient in the bed; it’s Jay.
I walk a little faster to get to the bedside so I can get a better look at him. His nose is slightly bent to the left and his eyes are tinted purple around the bottoms. I can also see his left ear is completely swollen, full with fluid that needs to be drained.
“Blake? What happened to him?” I ask, but then roll my eyes at myself because I just got the five minute rundown on exactly what happened to Jay.
“He wasn’t focused in the ring and Martin just kept whacking’ at him even after they called the fight. Martin threw a shot to the temple and it knocked Jay unconscious; he hasn’t opened his eyes yet. I’m starting to get nervous, Ada. We’ve been here for over two hours. Shouldn’t he be awake by now?” Blake’s voice is laced with anxiety as he looks from Jay to me.
I walk to the end of the hospital bed and grab Jay’s chart to see if there is anything that Emily forgot to tell me, but after scanning it I see that it’s just a waiting game at this point.
“Well, he should be waking up soon. Emily, the day nurse, said that all of his vitals are strong and that his brain activity was normal so we just wait now. Don’t worry Blake, he’ll be just fine.” I say, trying to comfort him.
“I hope he wakes up when you’re in the room. You have no idea how happy he’ll be,” Blake smiles but his knee is bouncing up and down like crazy from nerves. I’m about to ask him what he means but then Jay’s body starts to stir. His eyes flutter open and connect with mine.
“Jay, can you hear me?” I ask calmly, putting my hand on his shoulder and waiting for a response.
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“Ada? Is it really you or am I dead?” Jay croaks out. He furrows his brows and reaches his shaky hand out toward me. I gently grab his hand and smile at him.
“It’s really me Jay, you aren’t dead. Do you remember what happened to you?” I question, testing his brain activity to see what he remembers.
“Yeah, I got the shit kicked out of me and then I blacked out.” Jay slowly shifts his attention to his right where Blake is sitting in the chair.
“Hey man, is this real?” Jay asks with a smirk and a slight jerk of his head in my direction. Blake chuckles at him and his head starts to bob up and down. Blake shifts his gaze to me and smiles widely.
“Yeah buddy, this is real. I think Ada is your nurse for the night.”
“That’s right, I’m your nurse for the night and as your nurse I need to get your vitals,” I tell Jay, letting go of his hand and grabbing the blood pressure cuff off the wall. Jay sticks his arm out and smiles widely at me while I get his blood pressure.
I check the dilation of his beautiful brown eyes to determine if he has a concussion and notice that he won’t stop smiling at me. I smile back and stand up straight, finally looking away from Jay to write the results down on his chart that I set down at the foot of his bed.
“So what’s the damage, Ada? Our boy here gonna be okay or what?” Blake asks with a smile.
“Yeah, he’ll be okay. Jay, you have cauliflower ear that needs to be drained, a few of your ribs are lightly bruised, and also your nose has a slight break. Now that you’re awake I’ll call the doctor in to look at it. You also may have a mild concussion so we’ll talk to the doctor and see if we need to keep you for just a little longer to keep an eye on you, okay?” I smile down at him.
He reaches out and grabs onto my right forearm, giving it a light squeeze before surprising me by pulling me down to his mouth for a kiss. My eyes go wide, wondering what he’s doing, but then they soon close when our lips connect. I pull away after a few seconds to hear awkward laughing on the other side of the bed.