Chapter 15 #3
Even with a reasonable split, 100k was still a lot of money, but 5k if I lose? A year or two ago, I would have killed to make that kind of money. It felt idiotic turning it down.
“I would still have to ask my trainer,” as Vega pulled out his card and handed it to me.
“Well…you do that. And tell Mendez, I look forward to his call.”
***
Walking through the front door, the duplex had been so quiet, I almost assumed no one had been home.
But the light in the kitchen was on, and I could smell whatever remnants of what was the start or what was left of Josue’s cooking.
I thought I’d be able to tiptoe past the kitchen without being noticed, but readjusting my bag over my shoulder had made a considerable shift in my stroll.
“Just getting home?” Josue yelled, before moving whatever he’d been cooking off the hot burner, as he snuck up behind me to lift me off the ground in a backward hug.
“Josue,” I whined, trying to firmly plant my feet to the ground.
“What? I can’t miss you? You been gone two days and already I feel like a fuckin’ Catholic priest,” he teased. His lips were already busy peppering kisses on the back of my neck, that it was hard not to giggle in response, even though I was far from being ready to do anything after today.
“I just got home,” I teased, pushing him away. “I’ve been out all day and could probably use a shower,” I admitted.
“Ma, that just means it'll have a little flavor to it. That fresh out of the shower pussy just don't hit the same,” he joked. I don’t even know how he got me there, but eventually my back was to his mattress, as he showered both my thighs with bites and kisses, seducing me with low Spanish sweet nothings in my ear.
“Josue wait, I’m serious. I wanted to hear your thoughts on something. Something that’s been on my mind.”
“Oh, brother,” he rolled off me, with an impression that was so far from what I wanted to bring up. “Don’t tell me you got a secret boyfriend you got back together with in Philly—”
“Josue, no. It doesn’t have to do with…what we do behind closed doors.” As suddenly my hands got clammy, I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous.
“Why are you keeping me in suspense, Medina?”
“I’m not trying to. I’m just trying to figure out a way to say it. I got approached today. Or rather, I was offered a fight—”
“From who?” he interrupted, impatiently.
“Sebastian Vega—”
“Get the fuck outta here,” he rolled his eyes, as I had to pull him back from leaping off the bed.
“It was legit, he said he was training someone that, I don’t know. Could be a good payout,” I tried dressing it up.
“Who's the fighter?” he indulged his curiosity.
“Teresa DaCosta,” as if Vega’s name hadn’t been enough, now he really wasn’t interested in what I had to say.
“No way, Sierra. That bitch would fuckin’ murder you. She’s got way more experience.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence. What happened to I could beat anyone I set my mind to.”
“Sierra, half the battle of getting you in the cage is not just getting fights that put eyes on you, but ones I know you can win,” he argued.
“So, you think I can't win against her?” I asked, offended.
“You’re not ready. Part of being smart is knowing where and when. She don’t have shit to lose, but if you lose to her, that could sandbag your career—”
“But what if I won? Someone as good as her could probably fast track me than a normal fight.”
“Yeah, and a loss like that, your streak may never recover. Plus, Vega’s got a hard one for me. If anything, he's trying to bait me into another rematch.” So, he didn’t even think it was genuine. He assumed the only reason Vega was only offering it to me was to get back at him.
“You know, not everything is about you, Josue,” I said, sliding off his bed.
“Sierra, did I say it was? I'm trying to help you—”
“But you're not convinced I could win against someone that good,” I challenged.
“Medina, would you stop putting words in my mouth? I fuckin’ care about you and caring about someone means being honest with them.
I wish someone had gave more of a fuck about me when it came to my last title run.
Wanna know why I nearly lost my eyesight?
Because I’m fucking hardheaded and my last manager saw it as an easy payday for him. ”
“Vega offered a lot of money for it, though. Turning down that kind of money? I don’t know, it seems foolish to me.”
“Sierra, a quick payout ain’t the answer. It’s easy to blow through a five-to-six figure payout, and I’m just trying to set you up for the long run. If you ask me now, it’s gonna be a no,” he dismissed, as I nodded, silently agreeing.
“If that’s your answer, then okay. But maybe it’s time I finally got my head in the game. I've gotten you out my system enough. Maybe it's time I finally got to work,” as I stormed out his room, picked up my bag from the hallway and disappeared in mine for the remainder of the night.
* I love your body
* I need you, baby. I’m going to make you all mine
* Do you like that?
* Oh, yes, yes, yes. That feels so good, daddy
* I want you to come
* I dont want to come yet. I need to pace myself so I last longer. But I’m going to give it/you my all
* Oh, I’m coming. I feel all of you.
* I want to shower/bathe you in kisses
* Get on top
* I want to give myself to you/I want you to surrender myself to you
* Bite me
* Harder
* Fuck me
* I’m almost there, keep it up, girl
* This blanket is warm
* You’re pretty
* Darling or sweetheart, but normally a term of endearment for a child of yours