Chapter 5 #2
“Trust me, you’re the favor, not me.” I walked over to her, then lightly kissed her lips. “You ready for our red carpet debut?”
She lifted her shoulder to her ear and smirked. “Of course, I am. The question is, are they ready for us? I can’t wait to see you beat ‘Crybaby’ Carson’s ass. I don’t like how much shit he’s been talking, with his bitch ass.”
My baby was mad as hell when he posted some bogus diss about me on social media. She fussed and paced my bedroom floor for almost an hour, then posted a comment. I told her not to, but she said, “fuck that.” The comment was two simple words that caused a comedic uproar with the blogs. Ya mama.
That had been her comment since with no remorse. When the boy’s mother entered the chat, her comment didn’t change. She told that lady the same thing. Ya mama. I loved the fuck out of my girl.
My arm wrapped around her waist and hand settled on her ass. “No worries. After tonight, there won’t be shit for him to talk about.”
“Okay, I’m gonna tell you something. If I see his mama and she get jazzy, I’m gonna let you have your shine, then I’m gonna slap the shit out of her,” she proclaimed.
I didn’t have time to play with her ass right now. As friendly, loving, and mild mannered as my baby could be, she would turn up in a second. Elica usually would lead the charge, but Gorjess was right behind her. “Let’s go.”
Once we got the dogs settled, we met the family at the Sprinters. Boy, did we have a lot of Sprinters. It took about forty minutes to get to the fight venue from where our houses were.
The media was ready for us, and my baby was ready for them. Gorjess walked beside me with the grace and elegance of the queen that she was. Every question that she was asked, she answered like she had professional publicity training. She answered them better than me.
We spent about fifteen minutes on the carpet before it was time for me to go back to the locker room and prep.
Gorjess headed to the front with my family, except my dad, Issac, Uncle Manu, and Naz, who also walked out with me.
An usher would come get her before it was time for me to walk out so that she could walk out beside me.
“You’re gonna beat this boy’s ass and get this four point five million, Son.” My dad hit my chest with his fist. “You were born for this shit! This Leota beast runs in your blood.”
He spoke facts. I was born for this. It was in my blood before I knew it was. “I’m a Leota. I’m built for excellence and greatness.”
My trainer, Tony, who trained my uncles, came in to let me know that it was time to get to the tunnel. He let me know that he’d already sent the usher to get my baby. It didn’t take long for her to get to me.
“Hey baby, you ready?” she asked after she kissed my lips.
This woman was every fucking thing. “Hell yeah, I’m ready. Gorjess, I love you.”
There go those bright cheeks. Her hand cupped my face. She kissed my lips gingerly. “I love you so much.”
That was all I needed to energize me to win this fight tonight.
The announcer started his spiel, I grabbed my baby’s hand, then we walked out with my uncles, trainers, and support team surrounding us.
My chest filled when the announcer acknowledged my baby.
When we reached where my family sat, I kissed her before she sat with my aunties and cousins.
Like my uncles before me, it was written in my fight contracts that I did our tribal song and dance. My dad, Issac, Uncle Manu, and Naz always performed it with me. The arena was silent in anticipation and with respect for what was to come.
Teu to ki he tupe!
Ko e ‘aho!
Ko e ‘aho mavava mo e tangi!
Teu mate maa Tonga!
Hii!
Tonga ‘e!
Ta ke hu ki ai!
Katoa pe! Taha!
Mo e to kotoa!
Teu fetau folau!
Hii! Haa!
Mo e peje!
Mo e lea!
‘Otua ke tau!
Tau malohi!
‘Ai Malohi!
Tau Fefeka!
‘Ai Fefeka!
Tau ki Tonga!
To’o mo e hii!
Tau mo tangi!
‘I ‘olunga moihulo!
Feinga te tau ‘ikuna!
‘Ikuna kotoa! Hii!
There was a pregnant pause before the arena erupted in cheers.
I accepted my forehead kisses from my uncles and the dap from my cousin before I went to my corner.
I looked across the octagon at my opponent.
He didn’t want to make eye contact. Yeah, he was shook.
It was time I got another win so I could get back to the house and fuck my woman. “Let’s go!”
Leota Fitness and Fight
Some Time Later. . .
“Jess, if you don’t get your ass up off that damn floor.
You’re the one that woke up crying talkin’ about you wanted to come work out with me.
I told your ass we could just work out at the house, but no!
” I couldn’t stop laughing at her ass laid out on the floor of a workout room in my family’s gym.
This morning after I dicked her down properly, Issac called and told me to meet him at the gym.
The dick must have given her a power boost because she jumped up and wanted to tag along.
I tried to persuade her to go back to bed, but her ass insisted.
We got here, and I stretched her out. For every workout that Issac and I did, I gave her a modification.
This fucking girl said that she didn’t need the modifications.
She glared at me with evil eyes. “Sol, shut up. I don’t need your negative energy. This is a yoga pose, if you must know, Polcanig.”
Her and this Polcanig shit. “What pose is that, love? I don’t think I’m familiar.”
“It’s the talk more, get less pussy pose.” She reached her hand up to me. “Help me up.”
I chortled while I helped her up. “When we get to the house, you’re going to need a soak bath and a massage. I got you.”
We had been splitting our time between her house and mine. I told her that she could move in when she was ready, but I felt her hesitation. Although I felt her hesitation, I also noticed more and more of her things made it to my house and remained. I had no issues with it.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and my hand rested on its favorite place, her ass. “That sounds so nice. You know what else would be nice? If you make me some of that soup that I love.”
I kissed her lips. “Yes, I can make you some coconut chicken soup. We have to go to the grocery store after we leave here to get what I need.”
She did her little joy bounce as I called it. “Yes! I love that soup so much. I brought some with me to Elica’s bookstore, and her ass ate all of it.”
Her pout was cute as hell. “Aw, it’s alright, big baby. I’ll make sure any time you go over there with some that you have enough for her.”
We were interrupted by a knock on the opened door. Both of our heads turned in that direction. “Excuse me.”
My eyes tightened. Who the hell is this? It was some dude that I’d seen before. He was a regular at the gym. “What’s up, my dude.?”
He stepped completely into the room. “My bad for interrupting. My name is Darius. I’m a fan, Solomon,” he said before he extended his hand out to me to shake. “You whupped that last nigga’s ass.”
Ah, okay. A fan. You could never be sure why a person approached you when you were a professional athlete. “Thanks, man.”
His attention turned to my baby. “And you’re his girl, Gorjess, right?” he asked her. It seemed like more confirmation than a question of ignorance.
My baby gave him a big celebrity smile. She’d been getting noticed more and more daily because of her connection to me. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Oh, I have a sister named Gorjess. Yours is probably spelled different though. Hers is spelled G-o-r-j-e-s-s,” he said.
Jess’s smile fell a little. “Oh, that’s so cool. That’s how you spell my name too. I never thought that I’d see the day that I meet someone with my name and it was spelled the same way.”
She thought it was cool, but for some reason, I thought it was weird.
Dude shifted on his feet. “Yeah, I’ve never met my sister.
Some crazy shit happened when she was a baby.
I just thought it was cool when I heard the announcer at the fight say your name was Gorjess.
I watched it on television. My sis name is Gorjess Irene Bulb.
The fuck!