Page 15 of Undisputed Chaos
"Well, whoever he was, he was hot as hell," Bailey declared, fanning herself dramatically.
"Those tattoos! And his hands—did you see his hands? All veiny and..." She exhaled, “I guess guys like that go for different types.”
The comment made my eyebrow quirk, but she quickly followed it with a bright smile. "You looked amazing tonight!”
Ihadseen his hands. I'd felt them cupping my face, wrapping around my throat like he owned me, gripping my thigh with a possession that lit me on fire from the inside out.
And he'd seemed to love every curve, every soft inch of me he could reach.
"Was that your first public makeout session?" Tracy asked, her tone light. "Because if so, you really went for the gold medal. I mean, most of us start smaller, you went for it!”
The driver caught my eye in the rearview mirror, his expression amused, and I sank lower in my seat.
"Can we please talk about something else?" I begged. "Like Bailey’s birthday? The cake we're supposed to be having?"
Bailey waved a dismissive hand. "Girl, you just gave me the best birthday present ever—watching you throw yourself at the hottest guy in the club. Though I have to say, I'm surprised he was so... receptive. Usually guys like that go for the model types, you know?"
She laughed, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "But hey, you've got that whole curvy girly thing going for you!"
I frowned.
I loved my curves, loved the way my body filled out dresses, and how my hips swayed when I walked.
Adrian had certainly seemed to appreciate them, his hands mapping every inch like he was memorizing me. But Bailey's backhanded compliments always left me feeling slightly off-balance.
I stared out the window at the passing city lights, trying to collect my scattered thoughts. "His name is Adrian," I said softly, changing the subject before they could make any more observations.
"And?" Tracy prompted, leaning closer with hungry curiosity.
"And nothing. That's all I know." I tugged at my dress, suddenly aware of how the hem had ridden up during our encounter. "I didn't exactly ask for his resume while we were..."
"While you were sucking his face off?" Tracy supplied with a laugh. "God, what I wouldn't give to have a guy look at me like that. Though I guess confidence is everything, right?”
"He was... intense," I said, trying to ignore the subtle digs wrapped in encouragement.
Intense didn't begin to cover it. He'd looked at me like I was prey he intended to devour slowly.
There was the growl that had rumbled through his chest when I'd kissed him. The careful control in his grip that promised he could be so much rougher if I wanted him to be.
"Adrian?" Bailey repeated, tilting her head. Her birthday tiara slipped further to the side as she frowned. "Wait, that seems..."
I touched my lips absently, still feeling the ghost of his mouth on mine. "It's a common name," I mumbled, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.
Tracy’s eyes narrowed as she studied my face. "Hold up. He was tall and built like a mountain. Tattoos everywhere, including his neck? And his name is Adrian?"
My stomach flipped. "Yeah...?”
"I think..." Tracy grabbed her phone, fingers flying across the screen. "No way. No fucking way." She turned her phone toward us, her expression shocked.
On the screen was a professional photo of the very same Adrian in a boxing ring, arms raised in victory, body glistening with sweat, and that same dangerous grin on his face.
The caption read:"Adrian the ‘Catalyst' claims ninth straight victory in brutal KO."
"Holy shit," Bailey whispered, her voice tight as she grabbed the phone. "You just made out with Adrian? The Catalyst? The professional boxer?"
She looked at me with wide eyes that held a hint of disbelief. “Holy shit. Wow. Just... wow."
My mouth went dry, and my brain just emptied itself. "I didn't know who he was."
