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7 pm rolls around a lot quicker than expected. Peering out of our living room window I see a blacked-out Mercedes pull up outside. I shout at Maddie to hurry up. She still hasn’t appeared out of her room yet. No doubt re-doing her hair for the hundredth time. Eventually, she strolls out, her eyes going wide and her mouth drops open when she sees me.
“Fuck me, Sienna! You look stunning. That dress, I take it that was the package from Keller. Boy, that man has style!” Excitement radiates off her as she speaks.
Maddie is wearing a simple tight black dress matched with killer silver stilettos and a leather jacket. Her bright blonde hair is in a simple yet elegant updo, framing her face with wavy curls. She could wear a sack and still look like a model.
“Awe thank you Mad’s. You’re looking hot tonight too. Trying to impress a certain trainer?” I say, wiggling my brows at her.
A blush creeps up her chest as she looks away. “No, he’s the last person I want to impress,” she snaps back too quickly.
“Okay, okay,” I say as I surrender my arms and back away, laughing as I do. Sometimes she is just too easy to wind up.
As soon as we show our tickets at the door, two massive bouncers escort us through the building down a side passage away from the crowds. They don’t say a word, and we just follow. Trying to keep up with their long strides in heels is a bit of a task.
Despite the corridor being nearly empty, the sound of the chattering of thousands of people behind the wall vibrates around me, sending waves of excitement through to my core.
I’ve never been to a boxing match before. I certainly didn’t expect a near full capacity turnout for a charity event. Although I should never underestimate Keller. I often forget he’s famous when it’s just me and him that doesn’t even come into the equation. To me, he’s my Keller with a filthy mouth and a devilish grin that worships the ground I walk on. To the rest of the world, he’s a famous heavy-weight boxer living a glamorous playboy lifestyle.
Little do they realize he spends his evenings curled up watching Netflix with little old me. Although the media around him is kept to a minimum, I assume that’s Keller’s doing, and I don’t think anyone would really fancy facing Keller’s wrath.
He made it clear in the club the other night that he doesn’t want to hide me from the world, which gave me warm fuzzy feelings inside. I don’t want to complicate anything for him. He has a massive fight coming up. He could become the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world. With the focus and dedication he’s been putting into training and from the snippets of information he’s shared with me, there is no doubt in my mind Keller will come out on top. I don’t see any opponent coming up to even match him.
The security guards usher us into the arena through big double doors. The music blares and the lights are dim but it’s still bright enough to see the thousands of people occupying the space, singing, and chanting.
We keep walking and walking; the ring getting closer and closer as we reach an empty front row only mere feet away from the ring. He gestures for us to take a seat as he nods and speaks into his earpiece, not so much as a “Have a nice evening ladies” as he storms back off.
A row of stern-looking judges, I assume, sit in the next front row to my right. As soon as my butt touches the seat, a young girl in black and white shorts and a crop top passes me and Maddie a glass of bubbles with a fake smile and flits off.
I glance to my left as Maddie quickly locks her phone and stuffs it straight in her bag, her eyes wide as she spies to see if I’m looking.
“Everything ok Mads?”
She shifts in her seat, avoiding me. What on earth has got her acting so strange?
“I-um was just replying to a text. Nothing really.”
“Well, it doesn’t look like nothing. You look like you're about to pop a blood vessel”
The lights fade out to black as the music erupts through the arena, sending goosebumps along my body. Blue spotlights illuminate. The screen is filled with the image of Luke, his face covered by his blue robe, head down as he makes his entrance. Another fighting machine, he means business. I can’t take my eyes off the man walking right behind him. My Champ. His face unreadable, looking absolutely edible in a black tux, his dark eyes piercing through the screen. He follows Luke to the ring surrounded by a wave of black-suited security guards.
He strides down the walkway with power. He gives Luke a hard pat on the back and pulls his head into his shoulder as he leans down and whispers something. Luke nods and continues up into the ring with Grayson. After Luke’s opponent does his walk out, the lights brighten and the crowd goes quiet as they introduce the fighters. The atmosphere is electric. I’m on the edge of my seat anticipating the start of the fight.
By the 7th round, Luke has the upper hand. That much is clear even to me. His opponent looks sloppy. Keller and Grayson’s shouts bellow through the arena. His opponent is on wobbly legs, failing to land any of his weak punches.Seriously, I could give this guy a run for his money.
Now, I don’t have a clue about boxing, but I’ve seen Keller box so I know how it should look. His opponent backs against the ropes as he lands a weak body shot on Luke’s torso only opening him up to a right uppercut that sends him flying. It’s almost in slow motion as his face crumples and blood spurts out of his eyebrow as he thumps to the floor. The crowd erupts, and me and Maddie are out of our seats, excitedly squealing. The ref counts to eight, and he doesn’t get up. Luke thrusts his glove up in victory as Keller and Grayson jump the rope and run to hoist Luke up onto their shoulders. Their faces beaming with pride as if they’ve watched their kid go off on their first day of school.
Keller’s eyes snap to mine and don’t leave as his lip turns up to a smirk. He brings his free hand up to his lips and blows me a kiss with a wink which sends a shiver down my spine. I squeeze my legs together in an attempt to stop the ache.
It may not be Keller’s fight, but the entire room is in awe of him. He walks around the ring like he owns the place. His natural habitat. All eyes are on him. I don’t blame them; he is looking fine tonight.
He ducks under the red ropes and jumps off the ring, determination in his demeanor as he sets his sights on me. The cameras follow his every move as his hooded eyes fill the screens around the room. He’s stalking straight to me. The room is filled with chatter but at this moment all I can focus on is him reaching me. The anticipation has me almost salivating as he makes his way over.
“You look fucking amazing, Baby” he rasps as he crouches down to my level.
“You don’t scrub up too badly yourself, Champ,” I say as I chew my bottom lip.
Before I know it, his hands are gripping both of my cheeks as he crashes his mouth down to mine with pure hunger and desire. I close my eyes and sink into the kiss, forgetting where we are and the fact our not so PG make-out session is being blasted across the screens.
“God, I’ve been waiting what feels like fucking hours to do that,” he moans.
