mess

/mɛs/

verb

past tense: messed; past participle: messed

make untidy or dirty.

I notice the fighters getting into a position. Blake's fist were held in front of his face, the screams had settled down as everyone focused. They continued walking around each-other and I noticed Blake's blue eyes analysing every move that the opponent was doing. That's when the blonde guy, let's call him Tiger threw his first punch towards Blake's face which Blake ducks and misses. Blake takes this chance and hits his abdomen.

Tiger stumble back before Blake throws another punch directly in his face. Kyle screams and shouts besides me as I focused on every throw Blake hit. How his muscles tensed, tiger got back up and threw a punch at Blake who didn't dodge it.

Blake stumbles and tiger jumps on top of him throwing punch over punch. My heart rate beats as Blake tries covering his face. Blake uses his legs and kicks tiger right in the dick. He straddles tiger and slams his fist right into his face, I notice the blood covering his knuckles as he continued to do so.

Blake was clearly winning, I let out a breath of release before I see something shining in the hand of tiger. My eyes widen and I stand up. "He has a knife Kyle, that's cheating." I shouted, Kyle stands up and notices to and I think everybody else does to. That's when the knife pierces the hips of Blake. I begin running towards or so I thought when Kyle and Belle held me back. "No, you're not allowed. This happens." Kyle says, I notice Blake lifting himself of tiger as he takes the knife out from his hips. He nods his head as if it doesn't hurt before kicking Tiger right in his face.

Tiger groans and tries picking himself up by using the holes of the cage. I saw the anger in Blake's eyes as he walked towards him? He grabbed his hair and lifted him up as if he weighed nothing. I see his mouth moving as he said something to Tiger before piercing the knife into his stomach and punching him hard into the face.

"AND HE DID IT AGAIN, NO SURPRISE THERE HE WINS THE PRIZE OF $800,000 IN JUST ONE FIGHT MAKING HIM MOVE INTO THE SEMI FINAL."

Everyone roared in happiness as Blake drops the body of Tiger, instead of looking at the crowd his eyes gaze towards my honey brown ones. He walks out of the cage hand shaking who I think is his coach. Then he walks towards me, everyone gazes and so do the guys sitting besides me. "Oh my god why is he-" Tyrone said before he gets cut off by the intimidating bloody body of the one and only Blake.

He folds his arms and looks down at me causing me to gulp. I let out a small innocent smile, "Blake, what a pleasant surprise to see you here." Before I said anything else he grabs my arm gently and pulls me out of my seat making me follow behind him. I look behind me and see my new friends and Belle flabbergasted.

Then I notice the crowd shocked, why though? Blake drags me towards his room which was huge might I say. The interior was all black, there was a long black couch which he made me sit on like a child getting into trouble. The doors opened and medical staff entered as Blake took a seat opposite me. They begin cleaning his wounds as he death stared me.

"Nice fight..." I whispered.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He growled.

"Urm clearly with friends and watching the fight." I answered, why is he treating me like I'm two. "You don't come here again. Understood." I chuckle loudly and death stare him back at the medical help begin finishing up.

"Sorry, you are not my boyfriend nor my father so don't tell me what to do Blake." I shot back, he raises his eyebrows and stands up as the medical help finishes. He points for them to leave the room and shut the door. He grabs a shirt and throws it onto the chair behind him. Walking towards me he stands right in front of me, his hands grab my chin and lift it up so I could face him.

"I'm not your boyfriend Amira, I know that." He whispers as his fingers slide against my cheeks. His arms fall over my shoulders and leans on the couch behind me as he brings his face closer to my own. I lean on the back of the sofa as his other arm traps me in.

"But you are mine, all this...is mine. I want to protect you and you coming to my fights isn't helping. Anything could happen to you. And who the fuck were those guys with you outside?" He whispers seductively. I was his but I wasn't. It made no sense. His body was nearly colliding with my own, his hands trailed up and down my skirt causing my heart rate to increase. "Especially wearing this outfit."

"First of all Blake, if I am yours then all of this is mine." I said, pointing at his face and body. His eyebrows raise and i see a smirk form onto his face revealing the small dimple. "You want to treat me like some sort of object then I will do the same to you. And those guys there are my friends and my outfit is perfectly fine."

"Who said all of this wasn't yours in the first place?" He answered, his lips grazing onto my nose. No one has ever been this close. He grabs onto my hand and lifts his shirt as he rested the pal of my hand abasing his stomach. I gasped as I felt every dense of his stomach. He had a beautiful body, gosh this was not good. As much as I wanted to remove my hand I couldn't. I liked it where it was. On the body of the man I was supposed to not fall for.

His hands stroke my cheeks slightly, I feel his thumb underneath my eyes before dragging slowly down towards my lips. I gasp at his warm touch against my soft lips. He comes closer and instead of kissing my lips he dives in the crook of my neck, I shudder slightly when I feel him leave a soft kiss.

"You will be the death of me princess."

"I think you're to cocky to die just yet." I replied, he chuckles into the crook of my neck as he leaves another kiss. The door slams open and cheers were heard. "Do you not see I'm busy?" He growled, the old man chuckled and threw the case at Blake who caught it with ease.

"Eight hundred thousand dollars in that." The old man said. Black flicked open the case and my eyes widen at the papers inside.

"Put it in my card. Every single penny but take twenty grand for you." Blake muttered handing the case back to him, they gave each-other a bro hug before the man leaves. Blake slips on the shirt and along with the jeans before holding out his hands.

"Come on, I'm taking you home."

"You know I'm looking for a sugar daddy, if you don't mind chipping in."