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I couldn't get over the odds. Fate was almost fucking with me too hard. Rhys had to snap me out of a daze three times while I got dressed and put my gloves on me. He rambled on and I barely listened to him talk, but I was sure he was just trying to fill the silent air in the room.
Only after he said how “hot” Charleigh was did I snap back into fight mode. Charleigh may have been a pain in my ass, stress I didn't need, and made my body do things against its will, but she wasn’t his to notice, she was mine.
I knew I could never have her again, and I wasn't even sure I would if I could. But hearing my brother talk about how hot she was made me possessive and manic. The worst part was, I was sure he noticed the shift in me, maybe even said it on purpose to test me.
Thankfully he didn't call me out on it. He let it stew inside of me until I was practically running from the locker room to fight.
I should have known she would be asked to referee, since that's what she did, but it still shocked me again when she started the fight. It crossed my mind that she wouldn’t call a fair fight. That fight was her chance to get back at me for every little thing I said to her on the field. For every play I thought she blew and for barging into her locker room the week before.
When the bell rang, I went right in and started jabbing at Sisco. He was a large man with an ankle monitor on and I had no doubt he was looking for a fight just as hard as I was. According to Al, Sisco was undefeated in the ring, and everyone expected him to stay that way.
Despite our age difference, Sisco had no idea what was about to happen to him. I wasn't giving my little Apple any room to call a “bad game.” Not when she was the reason I started sparring again in the first place.
I made Sisco wear himself down first, making him swing and miss over and over again. By the third round, I knew I needed to swing back and even though I didn’t want to KO anyone in a small gym fight like that, I was about to send Sisco home with a serious headache.
“Round three,” Charleigh yelled, and the bell sounded for the round to begin.
I walked slowly to the middle, almost acting as if I was bored. I even chanced a glance at Charleigh, who was eyeing me as I approached. She was wearing the tiniest pair of shorts I had ever seen, a sports bra, and a tank top that dipped so low on the sides that I could see the bare skin on her waist.
I had picked her up by that waist and threw her legs over my shoulders. I licked and nipped at her pussy until she came, making her scream “Brett” so loud that I was sure the people in the other room were going to complain.
If I could go back, I would tell her my name was Levi, because for the last three months, I wondered what my name on her lips would have sounded like.
Focusing back on the fight, I avoided a few more jabs from Sisco before I found my opening. He was tired, wobbling, and although I knew he could still knock me out, he was slowing down too much to land a blow.
As he jabbed his right arm toward my jaw, I blocked him with my left forearm and took my right hand up under his jaw. The contact was hard and sent Sisco to the mat. He rolled side to side as everyone encouraged him to get up, but when it was apparent that he was too dazed to continue, Charleigh called the fight.
Al and Rhys cheered as I leaned down to help Sisco up. He had sat up and was shaking the metaphorical birds away as they swirled around his head.
“Good fight, man,” I offered my hand and he took it, bro-hugging me and then bowing from the ring. It was tradition to have the winner’s arm raised, even in a small gym fight, but the one that would raise it was Charleigh and I wasn't letting her touch me in front of so many people. The chances of my dick forgetting the memo of not being able to touch her was high–just like in her locker room.
Instead, I nodded toward Bobby and glanced at Charleigh before sliding under the rope and heading to the locker room.
“Give me a minute,” I told Rhys, not wanting to be followed. I needed to decompress and the only way I knew to do that was to be alone.
“I gotta book my flight, meet you outside.”
I nodded, acknowledging he had to get back to Miami for a few days to see his doctors. I was content knowing he would be distracted doing that for a bit and turned toward the locker rooms.
The locker room at Bobby’s gym had a penurious vibe, but considering it was in a low-income area of Atlanta, I wasn’t sure what I expected. It didn't bother me, but I wondered if it would ever see the upgrades it needed or if it would just fall down one day.
I sat alone in there, no one else seemed to need to use the facility. I decided on a shower since it looked like they had laid a fresh towel out just for me.
Using my teeth, I started ripping away the tape that Rhys had wound around my wrists and gloves. It was hard to do with no hands, but I didn't ask for help since I was still basking in my solitude.
“Let me do it,” Charleigh’s voice startled me. I wasn't sure when she came in or why she was even there, but I nodded at her offering.
She walked closer to me and grabbed my wrist, unraveling the tape little by little. We stayed quiet but I watched her, looking at her face for any signs as to what would lead her into the men’s locker room with me. Her eyes stayed focused on my wrist, but she could read my questioning stare without having to look at me.
“Fair is fair,” she shrugged, holding her hand out for my other wrist. With the first hand free, I could have easily taken over the process, but I gave her my arm and let her do it. “You bust into my locker room; I’m busting into yours.”
I smirked, seeing her logic as almost cute. “Are you going to push me against a wall?”
She didn't answer, just smiled and kept working on my second wrist. Once I was free, she pulled the gloves off my hands and backed away from me a few feet. “I’ll return that favor some other way.”
“Like demeaning my dick on the sidelines?”
“You deserved that.”
