Temptation in the Shadows: Lexi Monroe's Final Bout

 

The arena lights had dimmed, but Lexi Monroe’s heart was still pounding.

She sat alone in the trainers' lounge, a place meant for bruises and ice packs—now her secret hideout. Her lips still tingled from adrenaline. Her fingers trembled, not from the match... but from what had happened backstage right after.

Tonight was her final match before a six-month break. Officially, it was for recovery.

Unofficially, it was to escape him.

Dax Callen.

The one man she beat in the ring—but couldn’t shake from her thoughts outside it.

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Lexi peeled off her torn elbow pad and stared into the mirror. Her golden hair stuck to her cheeks, sweat and emotion mixing in dangerous ways. She’d just ended the feud of the year. But it wasn’t over.

Not to her.

Not to Dax.

The door creaked. She didn’t turn. She didn’t have to.

“Thought you’d run,” Dax’s voice murmured.

Lexi met his reflection in the mirror. “I stayed to make sure you wouldn’t.”

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He stepped closer. “You kissed me before the match. Then slammed me through a table.”

“I said it was complicated.”

Dax chuckled darkly, his knuckles still bruised. “You fight better when you’re angry. You kiss better when you’re scared.”

Lexi turned, heart thudding. “Don’t try to read me, Dax. I’m done.”

But he wasn’t. He moved in, slow, cornering her not with force—but with tension.

“You still want this,” he whispered, brushing her cheek. “Even if it’s only for tonight.”

She hated how true it felt. The electricity. The heat. The danger of losing control.

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They kissed. Hard. Hungry. A goodbye and a challenge all at once. Her body arched into him, heart racing with every second. His hands knew her, but this time felt different.

This time… someone was watching.

A loud crash outside snapped them apart.

Lexi grabbed her hoodie and stormed out into the hallway—barefoot, furious, alert.

She found it: a toppled trash bin, and a phone with a recording still running.

Her name was on the screen. A file titled: “MonroeExposed.mov.”

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Lexi’s stomach dropped. Dax stepped beside her, face dark.

“This isn’t a fan,” he said. “This is personal.”

They checked the footage. Grainy, but clear enough—it was someone from production. The reflection in the glass gave it away.

Lexi’s blood turned to ice.

“Tommy. The new camera guy.”

“He’s been trailing you since last tour,” Dax muttered. “I should’ve seen it.”

Lexi felt cold. “We go public now—they’ll say I’m playing drama for headlines.”

“Then we handle this our way,” Dax growled.

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Hours later, the arena was empty.

Lexi waited in the catwalk above the ring while Dax lured Tommy backstage with a fake fight. The moment Tommy pulled out his phone to film, Lexi swung down from above like a femme-fatale warrior, snatching the phone mid-air.

Tommy panicked. “You’re crazy!”

She held the phone high. “No, I’m just done being hunted.”

Security came. Tommy was arrested for harassment, blackmail attempts, and trespassing. His cloud career? Over.

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Backstage, Lexi sat alone again—this time with peace.

Dax joined her.

“No more hiding,” she whispered.

“No more goodbye kisses,” he added.

She smiled. “You sure you can handle me out in the open?”

He leaned in. “Lex, I’ve been fighting the wrong opponent all year.”

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They left together—Lexi’s fingers laced with his, not out of fear, but control.

Tonight wasn’t about the ring.

It was about reclaiming power.

And passion.

And finally choosing who gets to write the ending.