Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance (7 page)

I couldn’t wait around any longer.  

I’d known about my real dad for months, after finding my mom’s old love letters among her things, but it had taken that long for me to convince myself this was the right thing to do.  

I’d been down to the gym a few days ago, but hadn’t had the nerve to walk inside. I’d still been high off my meeting with Riker, and had even imagined seeing him inside the gym. It probably wasn’t a good idea to meet your dad when you’re still so high from last night’s sex that you’re hallucinating.  

Now I was more determined than ever. Even so… when I put my hand on the cold, steel door, all the doubts came flooding back.

Maybe this
was
a big deal after all. In my head, I’d rationalized the entire thing as an educational experience. Sure, I’d be meeting my father, but I’d also be meeting other men and women who’d grown up in poor families, just like the ones I would have to help as a social worker. Many of the men at Duke’s gym were former convicts—the website even bragged about that for some reason.   

By this point, I’d pretty much convinced myself that meeting Duke was just a minor inconvenience while I spent two months hanging around with people from another walk of life.  

I’d even told Alison I would write a paper on my experiences and try to get it published in a social studies journal. I think we both knew that was crap, but I’d at least take a stab at it.

To me, ‘Dad’ had always been random sperm in a tube, not a real person. Duke hadn’t been a sperm donor. He’d been intimate with my mom at least once, but perhaps more often than that. Maybe they’d even been in love. Knowing my mom, I doubted that very much, but it was possible.

And that wasn’t even the biggest part of this. Not only was I about to meet my father, my father was about to meet me. Did he even know I existed? From my Mom’s old letters, I’d gathered that Mom had told him about being pregnant, but he’d wanted nothing to do with it. What had she told him about me? Anything? Nothing at all?  

In a few hours’ time, my life would be roughly the same as it was before. I’d know a little more about my father, but that was it. His life was about to change completely.  

It wasn’t too late to turn back. Alison would be relieved, and I could get on with my life. So could Duke. But I’d always wonder. And what if something happened to him as well? I’d feel like shit if I never even met the man.  

No, I had to do this.  

I closed my eyes, took in a deep calming breath through my nose, and pushed open the heavy door, before stepping into the cold gym.  

There weren’t many people here on a cold Monday morning. I looked around for a reception area, but the only office was at the back of the building. Duke was probably in there; just fifty feet away from where I stood. What a terrifying thought.

I headed towards the office when I saw a man doing dead lifts with his back to me. The bar bent under the strain of the weights on either end.

If the bar ain’t bendin’, you’re just pretendin’.
Hugh Jackman had been right on that point, but he didn’t look half as ripped as this guy.  

The gym hadn’t been open long, but he was really going for it now. A layer of sweat made his skin glisten, as his gloved hands strained to hold the weight for as long as possible.  

I could take or leave a nice set of abs on a man, but a big chest and bulging biceps were a weakness of mine. Unfortunately, they were usually attached to men who couldn’t string a sentence together.  

I was all for physical attraction, but they had to be able to talk for at least ten seconds without making a fool of themselves. Like Riker. He could hold a conversation. Sure, every word that came out of his mouth made him sound like a tool, but at least he had a brain.

Despite a fondness for upper bodies carved out of stone, that wasn’t where my eyes were looking right now. Instead, they were fixed on his legs as his hamstrings rippled under the pressure of supporting the weight. His legs had muscles I never knew existed. Mine were toned and in good shape, but his were defined, each contour revealing a muscle which was the result of years of hard work and heavy lifting.

I snapped out of my trance as the man dropped the bar and let the weights crash to the floor. The mats absorbed some of the blow, but the floor still shook beneath my feet as what looked like at least four hundred pounds slammed down on it.

His back was covered in scratches that looked like he’d been in a fight, or with a particularly kinky woman who liked to dig her nails into…

No. Surely not.  

He turned and looked at me.  

Riker. Oh shit. Oh fucking shit.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked angrily. “If you’re after round two then I’m afraid I’m just not that kind of guy.”  

I rolled my eyes, and moaned through gritted teeth. How had I let this man, this hunk of arrogant muscle, screw me the other night like I was one of his groupies? I’d had fun—a lot of fun—but my God that had been stupid.

“Get over yourself. I’m looking for Duke. Duke Nott.”  

“He’s probably in his office. What’s it about?”  

“It’s, uh, kind of personal.”  

“Whatever,” Riker replied, clearly not believing that I could be here for any other reason than to see him. “It’s over there.” He pointed to the office I’d been heading to before getting distracted by this prick. This ripped, cocky prick.  

“Thanks.”

He didn’t say anything, and just wandered over to grab some weights from the rack. Why did men who looked that damn good never have the personality to go with it? And why did my body insist on craving men I could never stand?

I wandered over to the office and knocked on the door.  

A gruff reply came from the other side. It didn’t sound like a ‘yes,’ but it didn’t sound like a ‘go away’ either. I opened the door slowly and walked inside to see my dad sat at his desk.

A strong temptation to greet him with a joyful “hi, Daddy,” washed over me, but he didn’t look like a man with a sense of humor.  

“Membership forms are over there,” he said, not looking up from his newspaper as he pointed towards a stack of papers resting on top of a filing cabinet.

“I’m not here to apply for membership,” I said softly.  

Duke sighed as he reluctantly put down his paper and looked up at me. Customer service obviously wasn’t high on his list of priorities here. He frowned as he took me in. I probably didn’t look like most of his members. The few women I had seen here were all as heavily tattooed as the men.  

Duke looked at me curiously, and then seemed to remember something. “Ah, you must be here for the class with Riker. It doesn’t start until ten.”  

Riker was a teacher as well?

“I’m not here for that either,” I replied. “I’m here to speak to you.”

“You want to speak to me?”  

“Yes. I will try not to take up too much of your time.”  

“What are you selling?”  

“Nothing.”
Unless you’re in the market for a new daughter, in which case, today is your lucky day. You don’t even have to pay shipping and handling.

“Okay, fine, take a seat.”  

Duke folded up his newspaper, and made a decent impression of someone who was actually paying attention.  

I shut the door behind me so that we would have some privacy. The gym was old, and I suspected every word I said in here would echo around the entire building if I didn’t keep my voice down.

“How can I help you today, miss?” Duke said politely, although the words sounded foreign on his tongue, like he was only saying them because he’d heard others say something similar and wanted to try it out for effect.

I didn’t often feel lost for words. Alison thought it would be weird to meet my biological father, but that wasn’t the what had me tongue-tied right now. I wasn’t nervous about telling him; I was nervous about what his reaction would be.

He’d think I was after something. Money, perhaps? Or maybe just a father figure? I didn’t want any of that—and it didn’t look like he was rolling in dough anyway—but that was bound to be his first thought.  

All I wanted to do was tell him he had a daughter, and maybe spend a bit of time hanging around his gym. It was only natural to be curious about a father you never knew. With any luck, he’d feel the same way about his daughter.

“First of all,” I began, “I want you to know that I’m not after anything from you. I’m not here for money.”

“That’s exactly what someone would say before they asked for money.”

“Well, in this case it’s true. I’m also happy to leave and never come back if that’s what you want.”

“Oh God,” Duke said, suddenly looking terrified. He turned white as a sheet. “You’re… you’re…”

I nodded, slightly surprised that he had figured it out. “Yes.”

“You’re the girl from a few months back. And I suppose now you’re pregnant. Jesus fucking Christ this is the last thing I need. I knew you were lying about being on the fucking pill.”

“Ew, no. No, that’s not it. No. God, no.” I took a deep breath and tried not to imagine Duke screwing anyone who looked like me. “I’m your daughter.”  

I blurted it out quicker than he could react. There was a look of relief at first as he processed the news that I wasn’t pregnant with his child, but then he quickly went back to looking terrified as he realized I was his daughter.

Duke wasn’t in great shape, and for a few nervous seconds, I thought he might have a heart attack. I stared at him until he was ready to speak. There wasn’t much else for me to say at this point.

“You can’t be my daughter. Who is your mother?”

“Kendra Delmonico.”

“Oh shit.”  

“You remember her?”

Duke smiled. “Oh yeah, I remember her. I’m hardly likely to forget your mom. Christ, what a woman. How is she?”  

Every time I’d played this conversation through in my head, it had all been centered around convincing Duke that I didn’t want anything from him. It never occurred to me that the first thing he’d do was ask about Mom.

I looked down at my lap. “She passed away a few months ago. Cancer.”

“Fuck. Sorry. Shit, I don’t know what to say. I wouldn’t be where I am now without your mother.”

I think he meant that as a compliment, although a quick glance around the tatty old office, which looked like it would collapse if anyone so much as leaned on a wall, meant this wouldn’t be an achievement I’d be carving on Mom’s gravestone any time soon.  

“Thanks,” I replied. “I went through some of her old letters after she died and found out that you’re my father. Like I said, I’m not after anything. I just wanted to introduce myself.”

“I can’t believe I have a daughter. It’s a lot to take in. I’m not exactly big on kids.”

“I’m not a kid any more. I’m twenty-two and three months now, so it would have been exactly twenty-three years ago.”
The ‘it’ in this case, being you screwing my mom.
“We can take a paternity test if you like.”

“No, there’s no need. I did have a relationship with your mother, and you have my nose and jawline.”

“I do?” I asked, trying not to sound too offended. Duke wasn’t exactly the type of person a girl wanted to be compared to.

“Yeah, before I broke my nose in about five places, it did look like yours. And, well, the dates fit.”

An awkward silence descended again while I let Duke process all the information. I suspected a part of him was relieved that this news hadn’t come earlier. At least he didn’t have to change diapers or pay any child support. He was getting off rather lightly, all things considered.

“You don’t want money?” Duke asked suspiciously.

“Nope. I’ve finished college and, thanks to Mom, I don’t have much debt. I’m starting a job in a few months. I don’t need looking after.”

“So what now?” Duke asked. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I can come back another time. Or never, if you’d prefer.”

“No,” Duke said quickly. “That’s not what I want. Tell me a bit more about yourself. I guess it’s about time I got to know my daughter.”