Every guy I’d fought over the years thought he could take me in less than a minute. Even now as Dragon, I never scared anyone. Their lack of fear was what made the first punch so perfect. The moment my opponents realized they were fucked.
The guy tonight was an athlete. Wide in every way, I suspect he played football. I enjoyed fighting the bigger guys because they were easier to dodge and wear down. If I escaped the brunt of most punches by being faster, I could outlast them until I delivered the final punch.
Glancing at the crowd, I saw girls wearing dragon shirts and makeup. Their interest meant Axel paid me more to keep fighting. Even appreciating that the girls’ lusty squeals distracted the athlete, I planned to dodge them like I dodged the guy’s punches. Only one girl interested me, but I hadn’t found our right moment just yet.
Chapter Three ~ Bailey
All my friends were joined at the groins and I wanted to know the secret to their happiness. Dropping by Cooper and Farah’s suburban house to chat with my least favorite sister-in-law, I brought along my new assistant.
A month earlier, I’d hired Winona Todds to take notes for me in class. She also helped me keep organized. The adopted daughter of the Reapers’ pastor and her sister Harlow had a rough time over the summer when a few crazy fuckers grabbed them. I didn’t know everything that went down, but the girls killed one guy and escaped. Now, Winona was my first employee.
Once inside the two-story family room, Winnie attempted to disappear into the furniture. As much as I liked how quiet she was, sometimes I forgot she was there. Once I even left her at a pizza shop, only remembering hours later.
Since Farah snared my manwhore brother, she clearly knew a few tricks. Asking for advice was my new thing, but it hadn’t helped me so far. Raven’s brilliant tip to catch a man was flashing my titties. Tawny told me to play coy. I didn’t even know what the hell that meant, but it sounded boring so I never asked her to elaborate. Lark’s advice was to be true to myself. You know, as if I was living in a Disney movie.
Finally, I turned to Farah for help. The uptight bitch never should have worked with Cooper, yet somehow she wrapped his giant asshole ego around her finger. I wanted to know her secret, so I could use it to trap my man.
Preggers with their first kid, Farah didn’t look too sexy waddling around the kitchen. Her corndog breath wasn’t working either. I did notice her boobs were bigger. Clearly liking this fact, Cooper said goodbye to them before leaving for school.
“He’s an idiot,” I told her after he left.
“He’s sweet,” Farah said with a dreamy smile. Then she frowned at me, “What do you want again?”
“To rub your Buddha belly for luck.”
Farah smiled, but I think she wanted to smack me. All the hormones made her shifty and I was a big fan of the feisty changes to her personality.
“How did you get Cooper to fall in love with you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Liar.”
“Why don’t you ask him?”
“So he can tell me a sappy story about how your eyes met and his dick just knew you were the one? I don’t need the romantic version. I need the blueprint. I’m looking to con a man into loving me.”
“Sounds like a solid plan, but what works for one person won’t work for another.”
“Are you saying I’m not hot enough to play your tricks?”
Farah smirked. “Yeah, basically. Nice boobs though.”
Rolling my eyes, I stormed to the living room where I threw a sighing fit. With a baby girl on the way, Farah should view my drama as a test run for her future teenage daughter.
“Cooper came to Denny’s where I worked,” Farah said, sitting down with her corndog salad. “We talked and he made me laugh. I guess that’s how we fell in love.”
Narrowing my eyes, I muttered, “So the cornerstone of your epic love is that you served him like a slave and he made you laugh? I feel like I’m being punked.”
“Fuck off, Bailey,” she mumbled with a mouth full of corndog. “I’m sorry you’re having trouble finding the right guy, but don’t take it out on me.”
“You ever wonder if getting so fat will make Cooper cheat on you?”
Farah stopped mid-chew and the light faded from her big doe eyes. After allowing her to squirm, I crawled over to her chair and rubbed where my niece was cooking.
“You’ve got my brother whipped. He’d never cheat because you’d cry and he hates that shit. I hope I break a man’s spirit like that one day.”
Farah caressed my head as I nuzzled her bump. “Don’t worry, you will.”
Smiling up at her, I glanced back at Winnie. “Add be a slave and funny as ideas to catch my man.”
Winnie jotted down the advice then hid behind her dark hair again. When Farah started to say something to my assistant, I patted her tummy.
“Don’t mess with her groove. She’s not in a chatty mood,” I warned. “Do you have any advice to help me get my man?”