Read Online Flow (The Beat and the Pulse #6) by Amity Cross - Free Book Online

sent shivers down my spine, but they weren’t those kinds of shivers. More like shivers of repulsion as my body instinctively tried to dry retch.
    Turning, my breath caught as I laid eyes on the man who broke my heart so badly I’d sworn off fighters for eternity…and the man who’d scarred me so deep I’d been alone in my misery for the past two years.
    His blue eyes sparkled as my gaze met his, and a lazy grin pulled at his perfect lips. Same chiseled jawline, same scruffy stubble, same hipster haircut, same eagle tattoo across his chest, same aura of bullshit. Apart from a few new scars, he looked exactly the same.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked, practically accusing him of stalking me.
    “Glad to see you too, beautiful,” he drawled, leaning against the bar. He let his gaze roam all over me, not even trying to be polite about the fact he was probably picturing me naked with his cock plowing into me. He had been good in bed, I’d give him that, but the monogamy thing had been a little too far out of his reach. That was a line I could never forgive him for crossing.
    “I see you had one too many concussions in the UFC,” I snapped. “You had to for you to come back here and stand in front of me.”
    A lazy grin pulled at his perfect lips. Lips that housed a tongue that could do the wickedest things to my lady parts. “I missed that mouth of yours.”
    Slamming my fist down on the bar, I eyeballed him and snarled, “I stopped caring about you the moment I caught you fucking three whores in your bed. Two leeches on your cock and one on your hand.”
    He shrugged, which only added fuel to the fire that was already a blazing inferno.
    “They didn’t even stop,” I exclaimed. “I stood there, and they just went on sucking. You didn’t even—” I bit my lip. That night was seared into my brain for eternity. He didn’t even try to stop me when I fled. He didn’t do anything but let his whores continue so he could come all over their giant, fake boobs.
    I wanted to beat the shit out of him is what I wanted to do, but standing here and giving him this much was more than he deserved. He didn’t deserve anythin g. What he did have coming to him was a lifetime of nothing . I hoped he was here because he’d failed miserably in the UFC and was so washed up nobody wanted to know him. A ghost that everyone saw through and pretended didn’t exist. Nothing .
    “You’re still angry about that?” he asked, trying to turn on the charm.
    He wasn’t serious?
    “You need to stay away from me.” I pressed my back against the farthest part of the bar—well out of reach of his slimy paws. “There is no us, Storm. There never was and there never will be. There are plenty of skanks out there who will gladly suck your cock without hesitation.”
    “How many other fighters have you been sucking, Lori?” he asked, his eyes sparkling. “Sounds like you know a thing or two.”
    I swallowed down a pile of vomit. “Unlike them, I have class.”
    “Ah,” he said slowly, his gaze dropping to my tits and then to my crotch. “You haven’t had anyone else since me? Fuck, Lori. I’m hard just thinking about it.”
    “Well,” I said, grabbing the hose that fed the bar with carbonated water. “You’d better cool the fuck down, asshole, because that diseased worm isn’t coming anywhere near me.”
    Aiming, I pressed the button, and water shot out, hitting Storm right in the face with surprising accuracy. Customers scrambled to get out of the way while Sandra stood beside me shouting, “Oh my God!” over and over until I holstered the hose.
    Storm stared at me in shock as I dusted my hands off. Spinning on my heel, I strode down the length of the bar and out into the crowd. Exit stage left.
    What the actual hell? I couldn’t believe he’d come back here, and the first thing he did was sign up for a fight, then come to the bar and sink in the boot. He’d shoved his salt-laden thumbs into the wounds that were