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“I was in the wrong and I was selfish for saying that you had no reason to break up with me.” He paused. “Given the circumstances, and how badly I always want to win, I would’ve eventually done the same thing if I were in your shoes.”
I stood still, stunned and completely speechless.
“That said, I’ve always wanted you, and I fucking love you.”
Tears welled in my eyes, and I struggled to keep them from falling.
“I don’t want to lose you again,” he said. “I can’t afford it, and I’m willing to spend the rest of my life making things up to you if you take me back. Say yes or no. I’ll accept the answer either way.”
“Mr. Carter…” an official warned. “Failure to enter the octagon within the next sixty seconds will result in an automatic forfeit.”
“Hold that thought,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Give me one hundred and twenty six seconds.”
Rushing back to the octagon, he mouthed a few things at Ralph and his trainer, and then he finally took to his corner.
The guards followed him back inside, and he slid his mouthguard over his teeth.
Ryan suddenly appeared in front of me and reached for my hand.
“This way, Mrs. Carter,” he said. “Mr. Carter has a special seat reserved where you can see the match better.”
I smiled and let him lead me to the seat in front of Penelope.
She squeezed my hand, and I squeezed hers in return.
“If you’d like to touch gloves, do so now,” the referee said as Travis and Juarez faced each other.
They reluctantly obliged, and the bell rang.
Juarez threw the first jab, a right-hand hook, but he missed.
Travis bounced on his toes. “Are you sure you don’t want a fucking trilogy?”
“Fuck you.” Juarez served two heavy leg kicks to Travis’s thighs, landing both and drawing an “Ohhhhh,” from the crowd.
Travis smiled, looking unfazed.
“Last chance.” Travis moved his fists in rhythm with his feet. “I’m being generous.”
Juarez kicked his leg again, landing the shot yet again.
“Suit yourself.” Travis suddenly threw a left hook against Juarez’s face, causing him to stumble backward. Travis threw another that sent him straight to the mat without giving him a chance to recover. He immediately moved over him and punished him with his fists, each blow coming harder and harder, each one making the crowd go wild.
Juarez attempted to escape the raining blows, but it was useless.
Travis served him a hammer fist that bloodied his eyes, and the referee finally ended the massacre by pushing Travis away.
The crowd cheered, and the words “T.K.O.” flashed on the Jumbotron.
Surprisingly, Travis didn’t strut around the octagon to celebrate the moment. He didn’t grab the closest mic and demand that the commissioner bring him the championship belt as he’d done on numerous occasions.
Instead, he climbed over the cage and returned to me.
“Now, what was I saying to you before?” he asked.“Oh, right…”
“You’re the love of my life,” he said, getting down on one knee and caressing my hand. “I don’t care about the sponsorships or my career if I can’t share it with you.”
“Travis…” I blushed as the people around us swooned. “Go get your championship belt.”
