Chapter 29
Jared
A WEEK BEFORE THE FIGHT
Aring girl is on her knees in front of me while I fuck her face.
After the fight I just won, I needed more of a release—always more.
This was the fight that sealed the deal on me moving to Chicago for the next six months.
To me being part of a cage fighting team, one that will train together and compete together.
The sounds of her gagging encourage me to go faster; it’s not like I care if she gets off.
This is about me. I grab a chunk of her hair and push her head deeper onto my cock.
“Swallow all of it.” Right after my command, I blow my seed deep down her throat.
She frees my softening dick from her mouth with a pop.
She looks up at me with teary eyes as her tongue swipes around her lips to make sure she didn’t miss a drop.
This woman is beautiful—they always are—just… never enough for me.
Loud banging on my dressing room door gets my attention. I extend a hand and help the redhead off of her knees, kiss her cheek, and thank her for some good head, then send her on her way out the back door.
I make sure my shorts are pulled all the way up and are on appropriately. “The door’s open.”
My manager strides in. “You killed it, man! The Chicago team owner wants you to sign on the dotted line tonight!”
“When would I have to leave? There are some things I need to handle at home before heading out on the road for the next six months.”
My manager reviews the paperwork in his hand before replying right away. He stares at my blank expression. “It looks like your first fight is in a week. So we just need to get you there that night.”
“Jared, are you ready for this? This is what you’ve been working for.”
I slam an open locker closed. “Yes, I fucking want it. This is the next chapter for me.”
“Alright, let’s bring the notary in and get this shit signed. Lisa!”
A petite, blonde woman wearing thin, brown-rimmed glasses walks in. She’s carrying a leather notebook, a stamp, and a pen.
Her small, fragile hand extends out for me to shake. “Mr. Sinner, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I will notarize your paperwork and get it sent back to Chicago for you tonight.” I hold her hand in mine, giving it a soft shake.
“Alright then. Show me where to sign.”
After my manager and Lisa leave, the room is empty. It’s quiet, peaceful, and I absolutely hate it. My mind is always on-the-go. I grab my cell phone out of my duffel bag so I can send some text messages. I click open the first chat box and start typing away.
Me
Hey, I'll be heading out of town next weekend. Do you think you’ll be able to handle their mowing while I’m out of town? I know she said his stress test went fine, but I’d rather him not be out and on a mower in this heat wave.
G
For sure. No prob, man. Are you gonna tell me this time where you’re going, and for how long?
Me
Ahh, snookums, are you going to miss me?! Stop it, you’re really making me blush over here.
G
You really are an asshole… It’s probably your current STI spreading… Just wondering how long my sparring partner will be gone.
Me
This contract is six months. It’s a big one…
G
You know you don’t have to always be traveling right? You live a comfortable life.
Staring at his response, it makes me sad. He will never understand that comfort and happiness aren’t the same for me. But today is not a day I want to dig into my trunk of issues.
Me
Yeah, take care of them. Once I get squared away, maybe I’ll leave some tickets for you guys to come watch me kick some asshole all over the cage.
G
I’ll only go if he’s a good opponent and gets some good punches to that face of yours.
Me
These fights will all be good matches, promise. I’ll have to work my ass off there.
G
Alright bro, I’m always a phone call or text away. Be safe
Me
You too.