Page 208 of His Virgin Romance Series

CHAPTER22

Abby

“Fucking hell!”Red cursed.

It was the third time in a row that I’d managed to get him flat on his back. The other men hooted and hollered, and I couldn’t help but laugh in triumph.

“I think it’s time to throw in the towel, Red,” I said, offering him a hand to pull him back on his feet. “I think it’s time to admit that I’m the better fighter.”

“Please… you just got lucky,” Red said stubbornly.

“Lucky?” I repeated, in disbelief. “Three times in a row?”

“I beat you twice before that,” Red reminded me.

“I was just warming up,” I said cockily. “Letting you get comfortable.”

The men laughed raucously, and I gave Red a wink. “Maybe I should give you a few pointers.”

Red sent me a mocking glare and got out of the ring in a huff. “This is all Ryder’s fucking fault,” he complained. “He never taught any of us. Apparently, he’s in on some secrets he’s shared only with you.”

“Guess that means I’m special,” I said.

“Please, it only means you’re hot,” Red said. “That’s it.”

I smiled. “Whatever helps you sleep at night Red,” I said.

“I think I liked you better when you didn’t know how to defend yourself,” Red said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You and most of the other perverts and assaulters out there.”

Red colored visibly. “Shit… that’s not what I meant.”

I smiled to tell him all was forgiven. “It’s fine… I know you didn’t mean it like that.”

I cooled down a little and then headed back to my room for a shower and a small rest. I was about to head upstairs when I noticed Devon in the living room corner.

“Hi,” I said. “What are you doing skulking around in—”

I stopped short as I realized his face was bruised up, and he had a swollen eye. “Oh my God,” I gasped. “I saw you only a couple of hours ago. What the hell happened?”

Devon sighed. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” I repeated, coming towards him and inspecting his face in panic. “This does not look like nothing Devon.”

“You should see the other guy,” Devon said, trying to make a joke that just came off all wrong because he winced when he tried to smile.

“Who did this?” I demanded.

“It’s nothing, ok?” Devon said impatiently. “This was just… an argument that went wrong.”

“Wait, are you saying one of the guys did this?” I asked.

“Well—”

“Oh my God,” I said, realizing who it was. “Ryder?”

“He never could handle a difference of opinion very well.”

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