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I don’t mind, because Meg is like a different person to the woman I brought here a few weeks ago. She’s blossomed, become her own person who wants to make the most of the life she’s been blessed with. I know that isn’t anything to do with me. She’s worked hard to get to where she is.

Meg is well on her way to being the amazing woman I know she is before I started training her. I’ve seen it all while spending more time with her. Then fucking her.

I really like that part.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“You need to breathe before you pass out.”

“I’m breathing.”

“Uh, huh.”

“I am,” I pout.

Brooke sips her beer and looks out over the crowd. Joey got us seats in a box overlooking the ring. He knew I couldn’t be ringside. The last thing I need is to be up close and personal to him taking any hits. Just the thought of him getting hurt is already making me sweat.

He has done a lot to reassure me about the fight, even having dinner with his opponent and his wife, to show me that before they step in the ring, and after they step out, there are no hard feelings between the two men.

The fight is just a moment in time. It helped Perry’s wife confided she still finds it hard to see him fighting, but she loves him too much to walk away.

Joey had glanced at me right after she said that. I hadn’t thought he was listening, engrossed in his talk with Perry, but he’d givenme a wink and a smirk before turning away, leaving Perry’s wife fanning herself and elbowing me.

It’s been a long, hard month. Did I say long? True to his word, Joey stood by his training routine and although we saw each other, it was always in company. So we couldn’t lose our heads.

We failed twice. Does oral count though?

I laugh to myself as that thought crosses my mind. Three months ago, I never could have dreamed I’d be standing here thinking these kinds of thoughts about my man. My boyfriend. It seems weird to say it like that. Joey is so much more than that to me. And I know he feels it too.

He shows me every day just how sweet he is.

Brooke is dumbfounded by how romantic Joey is. I had to convince her he wasn’t always so sweet by spilling some details on the things he does to my body. I trust Brooke enough to be honest about these things and can always count on her not to judge or make fun of me.

Without her, I’m not sure I ever would have let Joey in.

I’m glad she is here tonight. Someone will need to hold me up if Joey gets hurt. He’s going to win. But that means Perry will lose, and he’s a nice guy.

The venue is nothing like I expected it to be. It’s a nice arena, big enough to hold at least two thousand people, and it’s a sell-out crowd. Although the cage is stereotypical of what I was expecting, the whole thing looks safe and clean.

Inside this box, the sound is muted somewhat, but the music playing is loud. I’ve avoided watching the warm-up fights prior to the main event, choosing to stay at the table by the bar, chatting with a couple of other women in here. Brooke has stood by the window through most of it with a group of guys. She isn’t with them as much as she’s yelling at the fighters to kick ass.

As it draws closer to the main event, a few more people arrive. Amongst them is Jordan from BreakNeck. He spots Brooke and screeches her name, making her turn around in shock. Shedoesn’t hide her irritation when he runs over and picks her up, spinning her around.

I can’t help but laugh at the look on her face as she whacks his shoulder. His arrival has perked everyone up and lightened the mood too. Brooke must let him know I’m here because he turns around and grins at me.

Please don’t let him give me the same treatment he gave Brooke. Fortunately, he doesn’t, but he buys us both a drink and tells us we’re welcome to join his group, but I decline. The fewer people who see me freaking out, the better.

“I got all my money riding on your boy,” Jordan says. “I hope you haven’t been distracting him.”

“Says Mr. Restraint over here,” Brooke rolls her eyes.

“My purple valentyn isn’t a fighter.”

“I beg to differ,” Brooke says with a brow arch.

I haven’t met Alessa, Jordan’s girlfriend, but I’ve heard a lot about her. From what the others have told me, she comes across as aloof, angry and standoffish, but she’s a genuine and kind person. If she lets you into her sphere, that is.

Jordan laughs and pats Brooke’s shoulder. He glances around. The so called ‘box’ has a long wall of glass to see the floor below. It’s open so you can lean out if you want to.

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