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she's looking for someone. Probably that douchebag who’d dumped her.
    Holy hell! What's with the invisible punch to my gut and the sudden clenching of my fists? Is this... jealousy ? I was just sitting here wondering if Sadie was wishing she was with him instead of me and wham ! It's like a damn train slammed into me. I don't know why the fuck I care, but I want to do whatever I can to make her forget him.         
    "Find him yet?" I ask, causing her eyes to snap back up to mine.
    "Who?"
    "The asshole you were supposed to come with."
    Her cheeks turn red, making her even more beautiful, and she tries to hide behind the curtain of her silky hair.
    I use the back of my hand to push the strands behind her shoulder so I can see her face again. "He's going to regret the fuck out of his decision as soon as he sees you."

Chapter Four
     
    Sadie
    Oh Lord. I still can't believe I'm here now, at this very moment, with Jude Malone, touching my hair while his words cause my whole body to shiver. I could get lost in his warm, dark eyes, so calming and comforting.
    "So where is he?" he asks, glancing around the room.
    "Not here yet."
    "Do you miss him?"
    "No," I answer right away, surprising myself when I realize it's the honest to God truth.
    "No?" Jude repeats, sounding skeptical.
    "Nope. I'm still pissed at him because I trusted him. I thought he actually cared about me, but...it was all just a bunch of lies and bullshit. Now he keeps saying...things about me to everyone, and there's nothing I can do about it." 
    "You can try to relax and have fun. Forget that stupid bastard. Don't let him ruin your night."
    Jude is a pretty nice distraction from the pain in the ass Ryder. More than nice. In a tux he looks like he belongs on a billboard, not fighting in a cage. After crushing on him for years I only have this one night with him. The way he looks at me is...different tonight. He barely glances in my direction, but when he does, it almost seems like he wants me based on the tenting I thought I saw going on below his belt. But that's just ludicrous and my own wishful thinking. 
    I look over my shoulder at Brayden sitting at the table behind us. She starts using hand signals to try and tell me something. She pushes her breasts together, and then, tongue in cheek mimes sucking a cock. Wow, she's completely nuts.
    A little flirting probably won't hurt, though. Jude doesn't have any way to leave and is far too sweet to bail on me now. 
    "You look really nice in a suit," I tell him before bravely rubbing my fingertips down the center buttons of his blue vest. I feel and hear his intake of breath. Is that a good sign or a bad one? 
    "Ah, thanks."
    I re-cross my legs so that the slit in the fabric spreads open, leaving both of my legs bare from my one upper thigh all the way down to my ankle. Jude shifts away, because he doesn't care or...because he's trying not to look? I need to say something to get his attention.  
    "Is this anything like your prom?" I ask.
    He shakes his head, still not looking at me, but keeping his eyes steadily in front of him on the dance floor. "I wouldn't know," he says. "I didn't go."
    "Why didn't you go to your prom?"
    "Because I was in California at Jax's third championship title fight that weekend," he says.
    "Oh."
    Jude missed his senior prom to go support his brother. His older brother who has always had the spotlight, the championship titles, the fame, the fortune, the hordes of women.
    "So, I'm sorry, but I have no idea how these things work," he says, finally facing me again to flash a hesitant or embarrassed grin. The normally courageous fighter looks almost nervous.
    "From what I've heard, there's dancing," I say, gesturing to the dark dance floor with colorful strobe lights that's starting to fill up. "Then there's a two hour break where everyone heads up to their rooms to either fuck, get drunk, or both. Last but not least, there's an early morning breakfast to gossip about what you did