Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Life is one big recipe that we’re always adding or subtracting from to make it the best it can be for all of us. Alyssa had been the ingredient missing from mine all those years ago. It only took her throwing her love in the mix to complete me.
Love Undefeated
1
Tomas
“Can I get you something to drink?” I look up at the cocktail waitress that’s standing in front of me. I shake my full glass to signal that I’m good. She doesn’t really care if I want another round or not. She is only trying to get my attention. I’m not going to give it to her. I don’t care if that makes me an asshole. It’s always the same when I come to events like this one. People think that I don’t deserve privacy. Women happen to be the worst culprits.
They shamelessly throw themselves at me. It’s the same thing every time. They don't care to know me for who I am, they just want to say they spent a night with me. They only see the ripped body and kid that grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. They know nothing about the real me. Only what they’ve made up in their minds.
“Let me know if you need anything.” She winks before turning to leave.
I go back to playing with my phone and sipping my water that I have in a glass so it looks like a cocktail for the most part. I glance at the time, seeing that I still have to sit here for another hour.
“Can you at least look like you’re having fun?” My agent sits down next to me. “You just won millions of dollars. That should perk even you up for a few hours.” At one time it would have. Now I have more money than I know what to do with. I’d quit but what else would I do? I’ve spent my whole life fighting. I don’t know anything else. Sitting still and not having something to work toward would drive me insane. That’s a big reason why I continue to fight. It keeps my mind occupied.
“My contract says I stay until midnight. It didn't say shit about looking happy.” I take a sip of my water knowing the next hour is going to drag on.
“I’m going to start putting in your contract that your fights have to be longer than thirty seconds.”
I shoot him a hard look, letting him know I’d never sign that shit if he did. I’m the best at what I do. I don’t mess around showboating in the ring. I go in to get the win, whether it be by tapout or blackout, makes no difference to me. As long as I do it as quickly as possible and my arm is the one being raised in victory at the end. Winning isn’t even as invigorating as it used to be, but like I said, I’m the best at what I do.
“People forked out over seventy-five dollars on Pay Per View to see you fight and you knocked out Pitbull Royce in five seconds. You gotta give the fans more of a show next time.”
“Not my fault he can’t take a hit.” I shrug. Why would I dance around with the guy in the ring if I could knock him out and get the hell out of there? Why would I risk getting hurt for no reason? No matter how good I am, taking unnecessary risks is never smart.
“Do we know if you can take a hit?”
“Find someone that can hit me and we’ll find out,” I toss back. It’s also not my fault no one can land a blow on me. At least in the ring anyways. I’ve taken my fair share of hits and gotten my bell rung a few times when I was younger running the streets. I shouldn't have been on those streets at that age. I’d made it out of those circumstances.
“Working on it.” Seth gives me a giant smile, already tasting his ten percent of the cut. I put my drink down, leaning back into what I think is supposed to be an oversized chair, but for me it’s just right. I’m just happy this place is nice and I have room to actually move around. It’s more of a laid back upper scale club. The music isn't as loud either. It is still giving me a headache, though. I rub my hand down my face, trying to fight it off.
“Why don’t you have a little fun for once? Drink something besides water.” Seth takes a giant sip of his drink.
“I think you have enough fighters that get drunk and party too hard,” I remind him.
“Fuck man. Isn't that the truth?” He throws back the rest of his drink. I keep my name clean and out of the tabloids. I was an asshole kid. I did enough bad shit in my childhood to last me a lifetime. I keep myself clean now. My mom doesn't need that shit anymore. She’s been through enough. I got us out of hell and I am going to keep us away from it.