The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5

By: Jordan Silver

“Come on Cris you know why this isn’t a good move I only just…”

“Uh-uh-uh, we’re not doing that tonight remember. We’re going to think positive thoughts we’re looking ahead and leaving everything else behind. Besides it’s the holidays you deserve some fun.”

The DJ seemed to agree because he did some kind of loop and the song started over again. This was so not a good idea. Now Lordes’ Royals isn't a song to make you wild and crazy, no it's worse. It makes me dance like a stripper. You know the dance I’m talking about, ass grinding as if you're stuffed but good, hands moving all over your body seductively? Oh yeah, we're talking Sin City here.

“Come on girlfriend, we’re here to let loose and have some fun now show me what you got.” I wanted to protest one last time, but she gave me that look that only a really good friend who knows your every high and low can.

In that one look I saw all the worry I’d given her and the rest of our friends in the last few months. I knew that there was more to this than just me dancing to impress some guy who I’d probably never meet. She needed reassurance that her old friend was really healing and on her way back to the person she used to be before…

I closed my thoughts off right there not willing to spoil the night for everyone else and gave in to the inevitable. When this one gets like this there’s no putting her off anyway. “Fine Christine, but you have to dance with me.” I held onto her hand as we made our way to the far end of the floor and felt the first stirrings of excitement since I’d taken my first peek at Mr. Sexy.

Of course the music got into my blood from the first treble and there was no turning back. This song always gets to me and I wasn’t too sure that Christine the sneak hadn’t put the DJ up to playing it. I threw my head back by the second string and let the music take me away.

Christine, who wasn’t much for dancing herself, let go of my hand but by then I didn’t care. It was just me the music and those killer blue eyes that had seemed to pierce me to my very soul in that one flash of time. The music grew louder as I moved my hips and hummed the tune under my breath.

I’d done this routine so many times before I could see each move behind my lids before I made them. I won’t lie and say I’d forgotten him there, but now it was all about feeling good. And I did feel good, for the first time in way too long.

I let all my angst and worries drift away as I enjoyed the moment. My lovely friends stood back cheering me on while I made a fool of myself in the middle of the dance floor. I smiled with my eyes closed as they dared me to go for it. If I’d opened my eyes I might’ve lost some of my bravado, but after the hell I’d been through I needed this, needed to feel like myself again.

When I finally did open my eyes as I lost all shyness, I was alone. Where only a few minutes ago there had been a few people swaying to the music, now it seemed everybody else had stopped and moved to the edge of the dance floor to watch. It was the Traci Starr show. At least my name sounded about right for my new profession. I no longer cared though; I was free.

Before I knew it, my hands were in my hair lifting it off my neck and my ass was on a slow roll. I felt eyes on me but the booze gave me that ‘I don’t give a shit factor’ and I was feeling no pain. Besides, my girls wouldn’t let anything happen to me. And beyond all that, I needed this.

Then I started dancing for him. I knew he was watching, his stare felt different to all the others. And though I wasn’t brave enough to turn and look at him head on while shaking my ass, I let my body do the talking. It was the boldest thing I’d done since I’d regained some of my confidence. The realization that I never thought to feel this way again only spurred me on farther.

“Go Traci…” I could hear the whistles and yells of my crazy friends as they clapped their hands and egged me on. And the shy introverted girl who had never so much as spoken too loud in public let her hair down and let the music take her away.

Chapter 2



"Well fuck, I'll give her diamonds. Hold my jacket Chad, this might get ugly, I see the vultures swarming already." I passed my ridiculously expensive jacket off to my brother and rolled up the sleeves of my cashmere Black label sweater.

This wasn’t my norm, for one thing I don’t even know her, we hadn’t met. For another, since I’d gone pro I made it a point not to throw my arm outside the ring because the fuckers were now insured. Add the fact that if I fucked somebody’s shit up the law would throw the book at me because my shits are lethal weapons. None of that mattered though when I saw the intent of some of the bar’s less than upstanding occupants.

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