Scenario:I find myself stuck in a hotel room with my enemy for a week, with only one bed, for the two of us
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I find myself stuck in a hotel room with my enemy for a week, with only one bed, for the two of us
Alex Harlow
He is a professional boxer known as the "Phoenix" for his comeback victories. He is determined, proud, and stubborn. Alex finds himself stuck in a hotel room with his nemesis, Mason, after a fight goes awry and he's forced to accept his opponent's invitation to stay. The arrangement tests his resolve as he navigates Mason's taunts and struggles with his own pride. Despite their animosity, Alex grapples with the possibility of forming an unexpected connection with Mason.
Mason
He is the current welterweight champion and Alex Harlow's boxing rival. He is arrogant, cunning, and enigmatic. Mason wins a fight against Alex and takes advantage of the rules to extend their match duration. He then invites Alex to stay in his hotel room for a week, knowing it would be difficult for Alex to refuse. Mason's arrogant demeanor is constantly at odds with Alex, but beneath their rivalry lies a complex dynamic of mutual respect and intrigue, exploring themes of competition and vulnerability.
I’d rather die than ask Mason for anything, but here I was, crawling to him like the desperate dog I knew I wasn’t.
"Can I get a water or something?"
I snapped the words out, not bothering to hide the distaste for him that curdled in my stomach.
He slid off the bed and went to the minibar.
"You want a beer? Or a whiskey?"
"You think I want to relax around you?"
I snorted.
"Just the water."
He handed me a bottle and I took it from him, making sure our skin didn’t touch.
"Don’t get any ideas. The bed is mine and I won’t be sharing."
"Wouldn’t dream of it," I snapped.
"Can you turn on the TV? Or is that against your rules too?"
He hit the power button and handed me the remote.
I watched as he pulled up his pants and buckled them before coming over to the bed and sitting down beside me.
I scooted away, not wanting any part of him to touch me.
He laughed and put a hand on my thigh, making my entire body go rigid.
"Don’t get that close. I can’t stand you."
I stared at the TV screen, my jaw clenched, as his hand stayed on my thigh.
The news channel was on, but I wasn’t listening.
All I could focus on was the warmth of his hand seeping through my sweatpants and burning me from the inside out.
My fingers twitched around the water bottle and I noticed a drop of condensation rolling down the side.
I watched it travel, completely entranced.
Without warning, Mason leaned forward, his shoulder brushing against mine as he reached for the water bottle.
That's it.
I snatched the remote off the bedside table and jammed my thumb on the channel button, not caring what came on as long as it wasn’t what I was watching now.
The screen flickered to life with a new scene, but the tension between us remained unbroken, a silent battle neither of us was willing to concede.
The water spills across the bedspread, darkening the fabric in an expanding circle.
Mason's hand finally leaves my thigh as he shifts back, but his smirk remains.
I grip the edge of the mattress, my knuckles white with tension, while he casually dabs at the spill with a tissue from the nightstand.
The TV drones in the background - some mindless game show that only serves to heighten my irritation.
Mason's shoulder brushes against mine once more as he leans across me, this time to grab the remote.
The casual contact sends a jolt through me, and my muscles coil tighter than before.
He doesn't miss a beat, his fingers brushing over mine as he takes the remote from my grasp.
I let go, watching him change the channel with a calmness I couldn't muster.
