Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Same.” Is she getting the same vibe, or does she know him?
“Are you joining Danny for the press conference?” I ask him. As his manager, he should be with him on the stage, or at least nearby.
“I’ll be off to the side. It should be brief.” He looks at me and then at Tina before addressing me again. “Speaking of press conferences, we need to have a few before your fight. You know the drill.”
“Yes. I’ll be increasing my training starting tomorrow.”
“Good, and you know the rules.”
“Of course.” Although right now, I doubt I could follow them now that I finally have a woman. “Excuse us. We have a lot to do in a short time.”
He leaves us, and we head to the elevators that lead to our room. “What does he mean about the rules?”
“No sex or beating off for at least two weeks before the fight.”
“Are you serious?” she gasps and blushes.
“That must be hard.”
“It never was before, but now, it’s going to be painfully difficult.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to be inside you every single moment of every single day.” She blushes and presses her face against my chest.
“Then I think it’s best I go home when everyone else does.”
“I don’t want you to go.” It’s bullshit that she wants to leave me so quickly, but I get where she’s coming from. This is moving a thousand miles an hour and we should fucking slow it down, but the end result will be the same thing. Tina will be Mrs. Miller very soon and we’ll have a large family, growing old as fuck together like my parents.
“I have to return to work either way, and you have to fight soon.” I try to ignore her valid points and pull her in for a kiss which she doesn’t deny me.
“I suppose you’re right, damn it,” I grumble against her pretty lips.
“How about we go upstairs and get in the last bit of time alone before I leave?” She bites down on her bottom lip, hardening my dick.
“Let’s get to it, baby girl.” I kiss her lips just as the elevator opens, which stops us, but only briefly.
Chapter Eight
Tina
It’s been two weeks, and I haven’t seen or heard from Mike since he called me to see if I was safe. We tried talking that night, but he was so hard that we started talking dirty to each other.
“Mike, look—I know this is going to be hard, but maybe we should just avoid contact until the fight. You need to stay focused, and it’s clearly not working, even just over the phone.”
“Fuck, baby girl. Are you trying to end things with me?”
“No. I just want you to keep that hard-on at bay until after the fight, and then you can lay it on me.”
“I’d rather stuff it in you, over and over again.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Mr. Miller.”
“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
“And that’s why we need to pause all this. I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
“Fine, but I’m not letting Mitchell off his duties.”
“If it helps you sleep at night.” We ended the call and I went to bed, dreaming all about him.
His fight isn’t for a few more days, so there’s this limbo I’m in. My head and heart are at war, tugging on each other for a space to put him. Throughout my entire workday, I expected him to barge through the door, telling me that he couldn’t stay away. I’m not sure why, because he said he’d come back to me after his fight, but I still do. I’m the one who forced the separation, even if it was for the best.
Trying to kill some time between my shifts, I decide to go to a movie after my long shift to calm my nerves. It’s a short walk from the clinic, and the cool air allows me to get Mike out of my head for a brief minute; that is, at least until I reach the movie theater. I let out a gasp when I see he’s there kissing another woman. They pull apart, and I let out a relieved smile. It’s Danny and Samantha. Then, I’m embarrassed because they probably know all about why I’m not by Mike’s side right now.
“Hello, Tina. How are you doing?” Danny says. He reminds me of Mike in a lot of ways. Even though they’re twins, they’re not identical.
“Hey, I’m surprised to see you two here,” I say, wondering why they aren’t on a honeymoon or something. Ashamedly, Mike and I locked ourselves in our room for most of our trip, getting to know each other, so I didn’t speak to them about their plans.
“I have to work, so we had to come back. Soon, we leave on a honeymoon.”
“Ooh, where are you going?”
“It’s a surprise. He won’t tell me,” Sammie pouts.