Brooke snarls closing his fists.
- First of all, I'm not trying to get your attention! Second, not that it's any of your business, but Ryder and I are just friends. I don't care how many girls he's brought here or stopped bringing. What really interests me is that you're ruining a moment of fun, with this ridiculous and unnecessary scene of jealousy.
She takes it seriously.
- I suggest that you leave or we will call the police for trespassing, as well as claiming that you are a very dangerous madman.
- You wouldn't do that, would you, baby? - says Aron trying to take Brooke's hand, which he pulls with harshness making a disgusting face.
- Don't call me a baby! - she says angry. - I'm not your baby and I'm not anybody's baby. Now go back to your girlfriend and leave me alone once and for all.
Aron stares at Brooke and snorts as he looks at me and notices that I try to hide a laugh of satisfaction.
- You know what? You really are a bitch who'll regret it for an hour and come back to me, running. - he says with arrogance. - You'll soon realize I'm better than that bag of manure.
- I doubt that very much, but keep dreaming. - says Brooke. - Maybe you'll wake up, fall out of bed, hit your head and go into a coma?
I cross my arms laughing at a very angry Aron, who walks away snorting and enters his apartment. We laughed a lot, and then we switched a Hi Five.
- You're very good at being good, but I prefer it when you're bad. - I mean, going to the video game to turn it off. - I'll get ready and take you to your apartment to get dressed. If you'd rather get dressed up here, I have a friend who works at the front boutique. She can bring some pieces for you to take a look at.
- I don't want to bother you. Besides, I left my card at home.
- Nonsense! I can put it on my credit and, not that I'm charging, but if you want, you can pay me later. - I say get the cell phone to call Emilia. - Emilia loves it when my mother comes here and asks her to bring pieces for her. Judging by her age, I think she'll love you too.
- Judging by age?
- Yes! Emilia must be about fifty years old.
Brooke keeps staring at me in amazement and I have fun because she thinks Emilia was one of my accomplishments. She agrees to pick up Jane in the dorm and finds herself choosing some things with Emilia.
I put on a pair of jeans, black shirt and my boots. At the club, I'd change before the fight, like I always did. When I come down, Brooke's in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water. I hold my breath when I see her in a pair of jeans, a silk shirt with half a sleeve and a pair of shiny heels. The pants were tight and held their generous curves. She stuck her hair on a ponytail and did a discreet makeup, highlighting her beautiful eyes. Pisco finishing the stairs.
- Ready? - I say getting close and getting my keys.
She settles down and we leave. When we enter the hallway, the loud sound of Aron's party invades the environment. Suddenly, the door opens with Aron falling to the ground, holding on to a busty blonde. Brooke frown when he faces it, then shakes his head at Aron, in a gesture of contempt. He stares, still lying on the floor, opening his mouth in a shocked way, when Brooke points his middle finger at Aron. I'll let out a laugh entering the elevator right behind her.
I went all the way through scheming how I would make the fighters not bother Brooke, like Luke had done before. I had to make it clear she was mine that night. I knew there were very abused fighters and sexists, but if there was one thing they respected, it was the girl of others. Especially Luke.
We go into the club and I say hello to everyone. I ask for a VIP area for Brooke and Jane, who is happy to know that she can drink as much and as much as she wants. She starts flirting with one of the boys next door and goes to him, leaving Brooke alone. As imagined, one of the fighters approaches her and they start talking. I frown not liking the smile that she directs to him. The boy goes out for a drink and she gets up, maybe to go to the bathroom. I, who am on the opposite side, awaiting the beginning of the first fight, begin to walk towards it. I don't know how to explain my attitude well, but I don't want to see it being bothered all night by that bunch of cavemen. I knew every fighter's character well, and I wouldn't let them hurt Brooke in any way.
- Lost? - I ask, wrap Brooke around his waist and take her to the dance floor. - How about a dance?
She just smiles settling down and follows me. We start a slow dance and I drive it without difficulty. In the meantime, he was killing a way to make everyone see that she was accompanied. There was only one thing to do to keep the fighters away and I put
