37
KYLE
“WHERE ARE MEGAN and Nic?” Zane asked.
It was almost time for the fight and I couldn’t get in touch with her. “She texted about fifteen minutes ago and said she was sick, but she’s not answering her phone. It goes straight to voicemail.”
“That sucks a*s. She might have fallen asleep. Do you think Nic will come?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. If Megan’s sick, she might stay there with her. Why? You into her?”
Zane smirked and finished putting on his handwraps. “She’s different. Not like the other women I’ve f****d around with.”
Chuckling, I threw him his gloves. “All I ask is that you proceed with caution. I don’t think you want to deal with Megan’s wrath if you f**k over her friend.”
“No, f*****g her over will not commence, unless she wants to be f****d over a desk or somethin
