Page 2 of Big D!ck Energy

“Biggest contract in the history of the World of Wrestling,” Dallas confirmed. “Not surprising considering last season's performance. I singlehandedly…”

“Carried the entire Summer Showdown?” I finished for him. “Interesting, because I distinctly remember Matt hitting his finisher to win the W.O.W. while you were busy playing dead outside the ring.”

Dallas's eyes narrowed. “Deborah…”

“Davina.”

“...whatever. Everyone played their part, but when you're the face of the franchise three years running, when your merch outsells everyone else's combined, the spotlight tends to follow you.” He checked his Rolex. “Speaking of which, is Mia James here yet?”

“The model?” I asked.

“You mean the one you took to dinner last week, then ghosted when you found out she was turning twenty-four next month?” Brooke asked sweetly.

I nearly choked on my champagne. “I'm sorry, what?”

Dallas had the audacity to look annoyed. “That's not exactly....”

“He means he has a strict dump em’ before twenty-three policy,” Matt explained, not bothering to hide his disapproval.

“That's not…”

“How evolved of you,” I said dryly. “What happens at twenty-three? Do women suddenly develop opinions?”

Dallas smirked. “They start talking about the future, and frankly, Danielle…”

“Davina.”

“...my future is booked solid with championships and celebrations that don't involve baby shower games.”

The bartender appeared with a tray. “Mr. Dodger, your special-order bourbon.”

“My man!” Dallas exclaimed, grabbing the glass. “Hey, did you know I'm the reason these two lovebirds are together?”

I raised an eyebrow at Brooke, who was suddenly fascinated with her fingernails.

“Oh really? Because I recall a certain bet that nearly torpedoed their entire relationship,” I crossed my arms.

Dallas's smile faltered momentarily. “Ancient history. Besides, look how it turned out!”

I stared at Dallas incredulously. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

Dallas clinked his glass against mine. “Look, Delilah…”

“It's DAVINA,” I snapped, and several guests turned to look.

He grinned, and I realized he was getting my name wrong on purpose. “Just checking to see if you were paying attention.”

“To your overwhelming narcissism? Hard to miss,” I retorted.

His laugh seemed genuinely surprised. “You know, most women don't talk to me like that.”

“Most women don't know you yet,” I countered, then turned to Brooke. “I'm going to mingle. Some of us have actual networking to do instead of just admiring our own reflections.” I squeezed her hand. “Find me later?”

“Nice meeting you, Danielle,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear as he leaned down from his ridiculous height. “Something tells me we're going to have a lot of fun in Vegas. Maybe I'll even show you my signature submission hold.”

“I'd rather be put through a table,” I replied sweetly.

He threw his head back and laughed, a genuine laugh that transformed his face and made my stomach flip against my will.