**Arena POV
“Can I at least change out of this outfit first?" I asked as Mateo latched onto my arm. I wanted to change out of my boxing garb.
He shook his head. “We're already running late."
Running late for something I wasn't privy to.
“And we're just leaving Miriam here?" I followed up.
“Well, it seems the two of them have some chemistry between them, doesn't it?" Mateo raised his eyebrow.
I tilted my head over my shoulder and looked at Miriam whose hand was dangerously close to Win's abs. Surely, she wasn't going to touch them, was she?
My attention was pulled when I felt Mateo's arm let go of me, as he moved it around the back of my neck. We were walking past a group of shirtless boxers, and it seemed that Mateo wanted every man to know who I belonged to.
The sea of men parted
