Fight Card

A rare occurrence, Jeremy got drunk that night, Between his apartments complex, training at his gym, and his sports bar, he had better things to do than to ogle ring box dolls. Except for that night. The bar was closed Monday to Wednesday, none of his twenty-four apartments needed fixing, and he was fed up of training slobs, himself included. Just fucking tired of the greatest time of his life. If he found beauty so fucking complicated, why couldn't he get her out of his mind?She should have closed her eyes, her damnedest, bluest eyes when the jerk kissed her. She should have acted as if she meant it. Now, I know you're up for grabs, and I'll fight you for you every fucking step of the way until I win you. And quite a fight it will be.Bright blue eyes were looking at him, made deep and sultry with dark eyeliner and mascara. Two reasons why wasting the night with Gina and her complaints about Ton proved well spend. The Cookie being at his side for the entire meal was the first; retrieving the bags of clothes was the second. Ogling her in her outfit–the skinnies, the virginal white blouse, and the heels–was worth the pain of listening to the sis bitching any day. A hint of lavender floated to his nose when she shook her head. Breathtaking. About twenty-five years ago, I had to decide on a career path. My choices? Engineering or literature. I've been an engineer since then, thinking writing could keep until I retire. Obviously it couldn't. Lately my days are (very) unevenly occupied by family life with my three lovely girls, regular day-job, writing, reading, going to the gym and as of late, traveling.