Paxton's Promise (Gloves Off #3)(5)

“That’s ridiculous,” I scoffed, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I’m not lying.”

“Then you should get rid of that nervous tick of yours.”

“What the f*ck are you talking about?” I brought my hand up to my ear and tucked my hair behind it . . . . Quickly, I dropped my hand to my side and cleared my throat. Standing up straighter, I held my head high. “Can we go already?”

His deep chuckle made me shiver. “Sure thing, doll.” He bopped me on the bottom of my chin with his finger. “You might want to put on tennis shoes though.”

Furrowing my brows, I looked down at my sandals. “Why?” My tennis shoes were in my suitcase, so I opened it up and switched them out.

“Because we’re going to go out and have some fun. You look like you could use it.” He winked and nudged me out the door. After I had it locked, I followed him down the stairs to his Hummer.

“I hope you know this isn’t a date,” I stated adamantly.

Opening the back door, he slid my suitcases in and chuckled. “Get in.”

After he shut his door, we were on our way. I had no clue where we were going, or where he even lived. There was no turning back, only going forward. To be honest, it scared the shit out of me.





Ever since Paxton and I had kissed a couple of weeks ago, things had been awkward and tense between us. It wasn’t so bad when we were around other people, but as soon as we were alone, my mind would wander. The day it happened I was training late at Carter’s gym. It just so happened it was a night Paxton stayed past closing too. He wasn’t comfortable with me being there by myself, and to be honest, I wanted him there. I was up in the ring, pounding one of the dummy punching bags when he decided to glove up and help me.

When he took me down to the mat, I had been at his mercy, bound with his hands holding my wrists and his body close between my legs. The closer he moved, the harder my heart pounded in my chest. I let him kiss me and probably would’ve gone further if my phone hadn’t interrupted us. I took it as a sign that I’d be making a horrible mistake if I let him f*ck me. Not only would it have pissed my brother off, but just the thought of sleeping with the enemy weighed me down with guilt.

“What are you thinking about over there?” Paxton asked.

We had been in the car for about an hour and I refused to look at him. My traitorous body reacted to him like a dog in heat. What the f*ck was wrong with me? I wanted to fight him, yet I yearned to submit to him.

His voice broke through my inner monologue. “Are you not going to talk to me?”

This time, I turned my attention to him. “I’m sorry, I was just thinking. Where exactly are we going? I didn’t realize you lived so far out.”

His smile made me shiver. “I don’t, but I told you there was somewhere I wanted to take you. We’re almost there, and then afterward we’ll go to my place. I have a house in Manhattan Beach.”

“Must be nice,” I mumbled to myself.

I didn’t have the money like my brother and all of his friends did. He’d even paid for my schooling, which I’d always be forever grateful for. And now that my mother owned her own salon, she had a decent wage coming in.

I’d won a few fights now, which brought in a decent amount of cash, but in order to get more, I had to fight. Being in the UFC, you never knew exactly when your fights would be. It was always last minute, which meant I needed to be ready. Taking the next six weeks off wouldn’t be doable if I had a fight, but I really felt like my body needed it.

“I have a question,” I started. Paxton looked at me and lifted his brows. “Did you make more money fighting in the UFC, or when you were fighting illegally?”

Sighing, he turned his attention back to the road. “Illegally. There were nights I’d bring in a hundred grand or more. Don’t get me wrong, it was f*cking awesome, but I wouldn’t go back to it. It was a dark time in my past.”

“What made you decide to get out?”

His jaw clenched and his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. “It’s not something I like to talk about.”

I’d seen the brutality of the fights in the underground world. I watched a man get his arm sliced off by a sword for Christ’s sake. It was almost like watching a horror movie, yet real. If Paxton had to do shit like that it made me wonder what kind of man he was on the inside. He didn’t get the nickname Reaper for no reason. The thought made me shiver.

“Are you cold?” He glanced down at my arms and trailed a finger up my bare skin making my skin break out in chills.

Moving my arm, I rubbed the skin he touched, willing the bumps away. “No, I’m fine. I was just thinking about the nickname they gave you. I can only imagine what you had to do to earn that.”

He pulled us into a parking lot and parked, turning his concerned gaze my way. “Does that scare you? Not knowing what I’ve done?”

Did it scare me? Hell yeah. “Kind of,” I admitted truthfully. “Our actions make us who we are. You were friends with Kyle, so obviously you had to be okay with the bad shit he did to people, including my brother.”

Jaw firm, he took a deep breath, his stare never wavering. “You know, I’m glad we’re talking about this because now you have no choice but to listen. I was only friends with Kyle for Kacey’s sake. And speaking of which, I’d like to know how you see her? She’s Kyle’s sister which obviously makes her bad too, right?”