Is it love?
You may remember that my life has been in constant turmoil for some time, ever since a little Rock Chick called Gemma showed up in fact.
Well after she lured me to her house and started a tag match in her private ring things got worse. In the recounting of this episode of my life (‘Why Gemma Why?…a previous post on this site), I have ended up with a work colleague, who I haven’t seen for a while, sharing my bed after I walked out on Gemma.
Before you jump to conclusions the bitch set up a tag match with me and her against Soraya, my work colleague, and a sickeningly good looking young guy called Dan. The twist was that me and Soraya ended up out cold and found Dan and Gemma in her bedroom from where strange noises were emanating.
Grabbing Soraya we beat a quick exit, I took her to my place and we had awesome sex.
After all we had been through I could not get Gemma out of my mind, how could she do this to me?
Okay, I am a bastard, I sleep with so many good looking women, is it my fault if they throw themselves at me?
But this is different, for some reason I feel guilty that I have gone behind Gemma’s back. Why the fuck should I feel guilty, she went off with the tanned Adonis.
Oh shit, the thought struck me like a juggernaut, ‘Am I in love?’.
The next morning saw me up, showered and dressed by 7am. Soraya was still asleep in the bed, she looked so hot. I really needed to get out of here.
I left Soraya a note and went to work where I slumped into a chair and brooded for ages. The phone screamed next to me bringing me back to this world with a jolt. I glanced at the clock, it was 11.30 already, I had been day dreaming. I snatched the receiver and growled ‘Duke’.
A short pause before ‘Where did you go last night?’ was growled into the phone.
I was on my feet in a second, livid, “Where did I go?, where did I fucking go?” I yelled. “You and your new found Mr Muslces boyfriend left me and Soraya out cold then went to fuck each other and you have the audacity to ask where I went”.
Gemma was talking on the other end but I was not listening, I was in a rage, I don’t remember what I said but I doubt it was nice.
When I had finished her voice was calm and level as she said “ You fucking pratt Duke, Dan is my brothers partner, he’s gay and he likes to fight, we often work out together ”
“So” I cut in “Why the fuck did you leave us out of it and go to your bedroom where you were obviously having a good time?” I screamed.
“Duke you had your tongue down Soraya’s throat, how do you think that made me feel?”
“Dan could see I was upset and started to tease me and he just made me laugh”
“Oh it’s all about you is it?” I replied, slightly smiling at the thought of that kiss in the ring, “You got Soraya in for the fight it was all your doing” I retorted.
“You are such a bastard Duke, you were meant to fight her not kiss her, and I wanted to see if you would fight her and could still be faithful to me”
The last words hit me hard and I could think of no reply. Shit I have never been faithful to anyone, but that hardly seemed like a good comeback.
“Was Soraya ok when she left, should I call her?” She asked
My silence gave me away.
“Oh no Duke, you took her back to your place, you fucking shit, you cxnt, you bastard….so that’s all I mean to you” She hissed and the line went dead.
Okay so I’ve done it again. I have an appetite that needs fulfilling. I’m a man I need loving. Who am I fooling, I felt utterly empty, distraught, alone and maybe a bit desperate.
Please this can’t be love, can it?
I left the office and went home, I was useless in this mood I would have a long weekend, everything would be okay by Monday.
It wasn’t. Like a bear with a sore head I snapped at everyone, couldn’t concentrate and eventually went to the gym and did a vicious workout. As the days went by it didn’t ease, I was missing the little bitch. That cute face, those big eyes, that fiery temper, the fight’s in her ring, that toned supple body. Oh and, of course, the sex.
A whole week had gone by, my colleagues were avoiding me. Soraya left a note and I hadn’t heard from her since the morning I left her in bed (posted off somewhere again I believe). I was in the real depths of depression. To make matters worse I had an email from the boss telling me I had a new student from Monday morning who would collect me from home at 8am.
Describing my weekend as shit would be an under statement, I missed her.
Having risen very early, I went for a run Monday morning, showered, dressed and scanned the newspaper until I heard a car pull into the drive. It was exactly 8am.
Grabbing my coat and keys I went out to meet the latest recruit to “The Firm”, who would be with me for eight weeks for field training.
I was only just through the front door when my heart seemed to stop, my mouth opened but issued no sound and I froze on the spot. I guess I was doing a good impression of a goldfish who just saw a shark in it’s bowl.
Emerging from the car was my student. It can’t be I’m thinking. It was. “Gemma?” I gasped.
A smile spread across her face as she saw my astonishment and I was immediately concerned. I looked at her enquiringly as she moved to open my door “Hi Duke, I bet this is a nice surprise for you”.
I got into the car unable to think of anything to say. When she was in she started talking. It took her some minutes to tell me she had joined the firm and done her basic training in a week and was here to start with me, she had requested me. Well with her father being my boss no request would be denied. I’m not sure I heard all she said, my head was in turmoil.
Her last sentence being “This is strictly on a professional basis Duke”
I found my voice at last “Professional? We have been sleeping together for ages, we have been fighting each other even longer, you have set me up on numerous occasions and even blackmailed me and you want to have a professional relationship?”
I got out of the car and walked back to the house, she followed. I needed to get my head round this but she was not going to let me.
“Duke for fuck sake just get in the car and start my training” she yelled.
I spun round and got right in her face. “You have no fucking idea Gemma, this is no game people get hurt out there and here you are demanding and telling me what to do and I am supposed to be the one who does the telling, it won’t work” I yelled so loud in her face she took a step back. “Why don’t you go and find somewhere else to play” I fumed.
My temper, unusually, getting the better of me something snapped. I grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the hall wall. Her eyes were steady as she returned my gaze. Slowly I released her, she rubbed her throat and without another word smashed her right foot into my crotch.
The pain was devastating and it felt as though my manhood had been introduced to my stomach. Pain coursed through my body as I clutched at the injured area and dropped to my knees with watering eyes.
This fucking bitch always catches me off guard.
Grabbing a handful of my hair she half pulled, half dragged me into the lounge where she rammed her knee into the side of my head. The pain was instant and helped me forget, for a second, the pain down below.
“Listen to me you fucking prick” she growled “I am part of ‘The Firm’ now and you are doing my training, you can like it or lump it, and don’t forget I know the state of your finances and you need this job so get off your fucking pedestal, get in the car and start my training”.
An ultimatum delivered with a calm accuracy, I really had no choice this fucking bitch had me again.
She came over to me, dressed in a grey trouser suit , the trousers moulded to her toned legs and butt . A crisp, figure hugging white shirt was finished off with a pink tie. She looked so hot as she stood over to me.
Her hand came down and cupped my chin, she tilted my head up and bent her head towards me. Her lips touched mine and we kissed long and hard. Oh I had so missed her the past few days, and judging by her performance she felt the same.
We left shortly afterwards for her first day of training. Nothing exciting, just putting some surveillance techniques into practice. It was a good day and we gelled well on a professional basis. Gemma was buzzing as I had never seen her before and did not miss a trick all day.
With the day finished we headed back to her place, she wanted to fight, just her and me.
Within minutes of getting home we were in her ring, me in my usual black square cuts and her in a very tiny red string bikini.
I was tired and hungry and not really into fighting so my concentration was not where it should be. Big mistake.
Stretching my big frame in my corner, pushing forward onto the post, I did not see her approach. I did, however, feel the drop kick that landed between my shoulder blades and cannoned me into the post. Surprised and winded, I turned as fast as I could before she could get up.
She didn’t get up, she reached up with her fist and punched me hard in the gut. The bitch was smiling like a Cheshire cat. With my gut hurting I bent forward, she was still on the canvas, I lunged for her but missed as she rolled to the side and got up in one movement. My momentum saw me drop to my knees with my back to the corner.
Before I could respond she was on top of the post and jumping. Her knees connected with the top of my back and I fell forwards onto my face. Gemma was on my back using every ounce of force she could to pull my head up and fix me in a camel clutch. It was a short hold as she bounced on my back then rolled me over and stomped my throat, chest and abs repeatedly.
I was hurting, she was smiling.
My breath was laboured, my chest heaving and now I was taking kicks to the head. The room started to spin as the bitch dropped a straight leg across my throat. Spinning round on my chest she rammed my face into her breasts. It went dark and I couldn’t breath.
Just before I went out completely I felt her release me. I opened my eyes cautiously in time to see her in the air above me. The bitch was hitting me with her own custom move, the Gemmasault, a sort of flip off the ropes with a somersault to gain momentum, before landing on top of me from a great height.
My air was crushed out fast and I fought to stay awake. Gemma turned and used her toned legs to spread mine wide. Then grinding down on me and gripping my arms above my head, I heard her count 1...2.…3. The little bitch had taken me in a grapevine pin
I was still gasping for air, she was hardly out of breath, what happened next made it well worth losing………….
I think I’m in love.
