False Comeback

I've given up a lot to pursue a career in professional wrestling, and I'm not going to have it all derailed by an uncouth ghoul with a huge chip on his shoulder, who decided he disliked me for no reason on his very first day at Goliaths.

Vince Burke has been the thorn in my side for five long years, but things have taken a turn for the worse. The management is threatening to get involved. I refuse to let Burke take the life I've worked so hard to build from me, so I try to be on my best behaviour at work, but something about him just gets to me. He consumes my thoughts. I can't stand him.

And when something happens between us that leaves me feeling completely unmoored, I find myself thinking about him constantly. He's taken all the control, and I need to get it back. Because I liked it too much, and I can't let myself feel that way about him.

I love everything about my job as a professional wrestler at Goliaths of Wrestling, an underground supernatural wrestling organisation. I love the showmanship. The costumes. The crowds. The ring and the arena. My co-workers.

Well, except one.

High Lord Crossbody, the royal fae who's an actual prince, is a pompous snob and a pain in my backside. Everything about him rankles me—his clipped drawl, his disdainful sneer, his stupid long legs and eerily perfect face and sultry hooded eyes…I hate everything about him. I do.

So when our mutual dislike boils over in a very public argument, then explodes into something even hotter and completely inappropriate, I'm left confused and even more annoyed.

Because now I want him. And I hate that I want him.