Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter : Bad Boy Fights The Fight Of His Life For His Girl! (An MMA Fight by P.T. Macias (love story novels in english TXT) 📗

into his arms, kissing me deeply, pushing his eager tongue inside my mouth. He kisses me, stroking and exploring every millimeter.

“Dior, where are you?” William yells, walking out of the house.

Spencer pulls away, releasing me. He gazes into my heated eyes and then looks at my passion swollen lips.

“I have to go,” Spencer says, clenching his hands.

“Please don’t go,” I whisper in a low voice.

“Dior, I can’t stay; the job has ended for me. Take care,” Spencer says, turning away.

I take a step, grabbing his arm.

“Please, call me sometime. I want to see you again,” I say, gazing up at Spencer, teary-eyed.

“Dior,” William says, looking for me, walking around the pool.

Spencer pulls me back into his arms, kisses me deeply, then pulls back. He tenderly wipes my tears from my cheeks with his beautiful adoring eyes.

I know that he wants me as much as I want him. I can feel him, his soul.

“Dior, I’ll call you, I promise,” Spencer says, kissing my forehead, taking a step back.

“Dior, I heard what happened with Roger; that bastard is going to die,” William says, walking into the patio. He stops resting his hands on his waist, furrowing his forehead and stares at Spencer. I chew my lower lip because I don’t know how he’s going to react. My brother is intense and dangerous. That’s how Father forged William.

“William, have you met my bodyguard?” I say, turning to look at him.

“No, are you the one that saved Dior from that bastard,” William asks, taking a step closer, extending his hand.

“Yes, it was. It’s nice meeting you, William,” Spencer says, nodding clasps his hand.

“William, I don’t know what I would have done if Spencer hadn’t saved me,” I say, nodding, crossing my arms under my breasts.

“Awesome, I’m happy to know that you’re on it,” William says, deadpan checking Spencer out.

“Not a problem, but today is my last day. In fact, I’m leaving,” Spencer says, looking over at me.

“Yes, he’s not my bodyguard anymore,” I say, biting my lower lip.

“Uh, yeah. I was just filling in for my buddy while his mother was sick. It’s his job,” Spencer says, nodding and standing tall.

“Okay, well, thank you for taking care of my sister. I know that she can be a handful,” William says, snickering.

“Yes, she’s special,” Spencer says, looking at me, raising his eyebrow. His clear eyes gaze into mine, searching for any evidence of my feelings.

“William, get Father to hire him because I want him as my guard,” I say, pouting at my brother.

William looks at me, squinting his eyes, shrugging.

“I can ask, but you know that he’ll do what he wants,” William says, leaning casually against the post.

I walk over to Spencer, sliding my arm through his.

“I’m going to be waiting for your call,” I say, looking up at Spencer.

Spencer gazes into my warm eyes, as the rest of the world falls away and completely ignores William, nods.

“I’ll call you Dior. You have my number if you need anything,” Spencer says. He leans down to kiss my lips softly and then nods at William.

Spencer walks away, leaving me with a sweet promise of seeing me again.

“Dior, I can see that you want to sink your claim into him but is he right for you,” William asks, watching Spencer open the SUV.

“Yeah, absolutely. He’s everything I ever wanted, plus more,” I whisper, trying to keep from crying.

I’m so emotionally attached to Spencer, and I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t call me. He thinks that we’re from two different worlds.

Whatever.

I want him, and I’m not going just to let him go.

Fuck no.

I’ll figure out a way to see him again.

Ten

Spencer

I enter the SUV looking at Dior staring at me. I grind my molars to keep from jumping out to get her and take her with me, but she’s a fucking prince, a Diorzella.

I clench my hands around the steering wheel, inhaling deeply. I turn on the SUV so that I can take it back to Ryan. My job is done, that’s it was, only a job.

Dior needs someone that can give her everything she deserves.

Yeah, that’s how it is.

I turn on the SUV, put it in reverse, and then drive down the circular driveway.

Fuck!

That motherfucker Roger better stay away from her. I need to tell Ethan to take extra measures on Dior’s safety.

Fuck!

What if Ethan wants her?

I’ll kill him!

This is fucked up! She’s mine; I can feel it in my soul. I know that she’s connected and feels it too. I need to win this fight so I can move up and earn more money.

Hell, winning will give me the means to take care of Princess. Yeah, Diorzella is my Princess.

I inhale, exhale, releasing the stress clearing my mind. I drive to hand over the SUV to Ethan at the gym.

Fuck, the fight is only a month away. I need to get some intense training. It was hard training after Dior went to sleep in the gym that Ford has in his house.

I pull into Apollo’s parking lot, turning off the SUV. I walk into the gym looking for Ethan.

“Hey Ethan,” I yell, walking over to where he’s punching the bag.

“Hey, thanks for filling in,” Ethan says, focusing on his punch. He stops placing his hands on his waist.

“No worries, anytime. I have the keys for the SUV. How’s your Mom,” I say, holding the keys.

“She’s doing good,” Ethan says, taking the keys. He places them next to his water bottle.

“I need to spar. Do you have time,” I ask, taking off the suit jacket?

“Yeah, I have time,” Ethan says, nodding.

“Great, give me a few to change,” I