Page 32 of Fight for Forever

“Okay.”

I hate seeing him like this. It makes me feel things I wasn’t expecting. This is bothering him. He takes his matches seriously, approaches them with professionalism and respect. It’s nothing like I thought a professional fighter would be like.

Joey is full of contradictions and misconceptions.

“Are you going to start match training soon?”

I know what it is like when the fighters are prepping for a fight. I’ve seen it enough at the gym, before I stopped going.

“Yeah, after next week. I won’t have time for this,” he says apologetically.

“It’s okay, to be honest, I’d rather you were ready to take this guy on. He’s talking shit about you.”

Joey lets out a laugh and I’m happy to see some of the darkness lift. I don’t enjoy seeing him angry. And not because it scares me. I’ve never felt scared around Joey. It’s more that I’m angry for him.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, but I appreciate the offer.”

We sit and stare at one another. I can’t help but feel like this is going to be the last time we have here, at least for a while.

My heart aches at the thought of not seeing him. It’s a disappointment about training. I mean, we’re just getting started on what I want to learn from him. Of course that is all it is.

“Actually, there is something you can do,” Joey says, his gaze intent. His eyes dip to my mouth before shooting back up to my eyes.

“What’s that?” I ask breathily, and the look he gives me has my thighs clenching together.

Chapter Thirteen

Fuck, she smells good. Even covered in a light sheen of sweat, her sweet floral scent envelops me. I have to stop myself from reaching out to touch her.

Those shorts damn near killed me when she came into my apartment, especially as I was closing the door while her back was to me, and I saw how well they molded to her ass. They’re tight and just about cover her cheeks and the tops of her thighs.

Her workout top is long, stretching over the waistband of her shorts, it’s sleeveless and cut close to the top of her tits.

She’s sent to drive me fucking crazy and I can’t help but wonder if the change in her attire is because she feels this too. Still, I’m hesitant to do anything that might make her back off. If anything is going to happen, she has to be the one to make the first move.

It’s a foreign concept to me, holding back when I want a woman. Usually the woman reciprocates, and there is no confusion about what either of us wants.

I shift a little when her thighs press together, folding my hands together in my lap because my dick is getting excited. What I’mgoing to ask isn’t even something that we should get excited about, in that way anyway.

Think about fucking Marris. Not how good she smells, not how her chest is rising and falling a little harder than it was before. And not her damn nipples, which are pushing through her top.

Clearing my throat, I run a hand through my hair.

“There is this event that I have to go to on Friday night.”

“Oh,” her brows lift.

Is that disappointment I hear in her voice?

“It’s a black-tie thing, a charity that the governing body runs each year. Erm, I was gonna go on my own but… I thought you might like to come?”

Her eyes get impossibly wider. I almost take it back when she nods.

“You’ll come?”

“I’d love to. I need to get out more. Not that I’m using you as an excuse or anything,” she hurriedly adds.

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