U.K. Boxing Day: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 91)
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U.K. Boxing Day
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 91
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
U.K. Boxing Day
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
Book 86: Possessive Portuguese
Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop
Book 88: Russian’s Obsession
Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas
Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot
Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day
U.K. Boxing Day
Boxing Day in the U.K., December 26th, and this older man fighter is scheduled for the biggest boxing match of his life.
When my best friend’s sister shows up front row to watch me fight at The O2 Arena in London, England, this fighter gasps for air, because one look at her and her beauty hits me harder than any fighter ever has.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her in years, and this older man can see there’s no way she’s leaving London without me giving my first time to the only young woman I’ve ever wanted.
Fighters staying celibate is steeped in tradition, and I’m ready to create a couple traditions of my own…babies in her belly and a family tradition with her.
But will I get a chance to open up a small, velvet, black box for Boxing Day and show her just how obsessed I am with her, or will her older brother, my best friend, try and disqualify me saying that my need to claim his sister is a low blow?
I’m the best fighter in the world inside the ring, but when her brother steps in outside of it, will I be in for the fight of my life when all I ever wanted to do was start a life with her?
*U.K. Boxing Day is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Oliver
“You can do it, Oliver!”
The stadium is packed to capacity, full of twenty thousand screaming, rowdy fans who’ve completely lost their minds screaming to set a new indoor decibel level.
But the only voice I hear is hers.
My eyes dart from legendary boxing announcer Michael Buffer, who stands in the middle of the ring waiting for the clock to strike midnight signaling the end of Christmas Day and the start of Boxing Day,
directly to her like a hawk.
It’s like my entire body is a heat-seeking missile zeroed in on her.
The moment I see her the entire arena goes silent in my mind, fading into the background. Nothing else matters. Nothing else ever mattered, but her.
She does a little jump from her front row seat and gives me a subdued wave from her chest level. I can’t help but look as her breasts bounce from underneath the tight, white tank top she has on underneath her button down.
My cock hardens instantly, pressing against the hard plastic cup that’s secured inside the jockstrap I’ve got on.
I feel the damn thing push out as my dick fights to free itself from any and all barriers between us.
I grit my teeth so hard I can feel my mouthpiece cracking as my nostrils flare and I snarl.
I haven’t seen her in four years…the four longest years of my life.
What is she doing here?
How did she get a ticket?
And what the hell is he doing here?
“Come on, Painmaker!” he yells.
He being her brother, Ethan.
He didn’t tell me he was coming, and he sure as hell didn’t tell me he was bringing his little sister Ella, the only woman I’ve thought about since her family up and left London four years ago.
The same woman I’ve visualized each and every one of my professional opponents disrespecting up until this point, which has led to my perfect record.
That’s all it takes for me.
I train harder than anyone, but that only gets you so far.
The night before every fight I just imagine these savages I’m about to come to blows with saying something about her, or even worse, laying a hand on her.
And that’s why all my fights have ended in a first round knockout.
But tonight is different. I’ve made my way up the ranks and this fight is the biggest of them all. And to see her here takes me to another level I didn’t even know was possible.
“It’s tiiiiiiiiiiime!” Buffer says, and I know Christmas day has ended, and did I ever get the best gift in the world just in the nick of time.
Her. Here. Now.
And I’ve got a gift of my own I’ve been saving for her and her alone and I’m tired of waiting to give it to her. I’m tired of the anguish and the internal struggle.
All that’s over, as soon as I end this scrub on the other side of the ring.
“Tonight…we are going to witness the most anticipated match in the history of professional boxing,” Buffer says.
I hear the words, but I don’t take my eyes off her.
Buffer is right, because now that she’s here, I’m going to destroy this piece of trash so fast I break every record. I don’t want to wait another second to tell her how I feel about her, and how things are going to be from now on.
Mine. That’s all she needs to know. From now on she’s mine and mine alone.
I don’t care if she’s got a boyfriend or not. That’s over. I’m the only man for her and that’s how it’s always been.
“For the heavyweight championship of the world,” Buffer says into the microphone, as his voice finds another level of intensity as his words ring out through all the speakers inside the arena.
“Are…you…ready?”
Oh yeah, I’m ready all right…ready to tear this motherfucker’s head off so I can get to my woman.
“Boxing fans, are you rrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRReady?”
I jump in place, bringing my knees up to my chest, as I get higher than I ever have before. Almost before my boxing shoes touch the mat I’m throwing shadow punches so hard into the air I could rip my rotator cuff.
Not tonight. Not a chance. Even if I did I’d destroy this guy with one arm, or no arms.
“For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world. Live…from the sold-out O2 Arena in the capital city of England and the home of the U.K. Parliament…Loooooooooondon. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s get ready to rrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRumble!”
One of the worst things a fighter can do is get too hyped up for a fight. It’s the easiest way to walk right into a fist to the jaw.
Despite the fact, that I’ve never felt so alive in my entire life.
Despite the fact, that I can feel my heart beating against my ribcage.
Despite the fact, I take no supplements, the closest I’ve come to performance enhancing drugs is an extra helping of steak and eggs…my body is in complete animal mode, more so than ever before.
And just when it’s time to visualize my opponent disrespecting my woman, the woman who still doesn’t even know she’s mine yet…he does it himself.
Six foot six inch, two hundred and forty-nine pound Joshua Anthony catches me staring into the crowd and follows my line of sight to her.
“I’m gonna take her down after I take you down, Paine,” he says from across the ring.
My eyes shoot towards him just in time to catch him blowing her a kiss and then turn back to me and laugh.
This isn’t just a boxing match. This is a fight in the truest sense.
I squeeze my fists so tight I can feel the tape that holds my hands in place underneath my gloves rip.
My arms start shaking and I can feel foam coming out of the sides of my mouth as I stop breathing like a human, and start growling.
“Fighting out of the red corner, without a trainer, and wearing the black trunks. With an official weight of two hundred and thirty pounds, his fighting credentials consisting of twenty-two victories, alllllllll coming by way of first round knock out in the heavyweight division. Recognized over the world as the man who hits harder than any other fighter today, and perhaps ever….Oliver ‘The Painmaker’ Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaine!”
The Union Jack, our British flag, practically covers up all the fans from view as they wave their flags in support of me.
“And now. The champion,” Buffer says turning to the dead man walking. The complete idiot who thought he could offend my woman, and in broad daylight no less, and get away with it. The man who thought he could disrespect us on millions of televisions around the world and there wouldn’t be consequences…devastating consequences. And the man I am about to beat so badly he will look like a little boy who’s finally met a real man.
I keep my eyes on him, letting him know what’s coming.
Buffer approaches the end of his introduction saying, “Representing Germany, Joshua ‘The Man with Three First Names after I Take Yours’ Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnthony!”
Just like you Germans try and take all the beach chairs at the seaside resorts across the Mediterranean in the summer by laying your towel on them the night before. I’m going to hit him so hard he’ll think he’s back in Berlin with all those effeminate hipster boys where he belongs.
I turn back to look at my woman, my instincts telling me to make sure she’s okay. There’s a cameraman right up in her grill now and a bunch of other women trying to get in on the attention.
I watch as she’s constantly trying to move around the side of the camera, like two people who play that game where you both step aside to let the other pass and then both move to pass again at the same time.
But this is different, because the jerk behind the camera is trying to guess her movements, not trying to avoid her.
And there are some celebrities gathered around her now trying to get in the shot, and my attention.
I hate women like that. Girls we professional boxers call pro hoes. Girls just trying to come up on someone. They just want to get inside your place and get some dirt on you they can sell to the gossip mags, or better yet get you inside them and make a baby so they can get paid for life.
Not gonna happen ladies, and I’m using the term ladies very generously when I’m referring to them.
I don’t have random sex, or sex at all for that matter, and when it is time to give myself to someone it will only be with my woman…the woman who I’d give everything right now to be with. The only woman who makes me fe
el this way. The only woman who I’d ever have children with, and damn do I want to have a big family with her.
And she’s as different from them as night and day.
She’s the light to my darkness, and she will be my wife and the mother of my children…and the first and only to have me when I claim her and make her mine forever.
My mind fills with thoughts of breeding with her, filling her with my seed, and making her mine tonight.
There’s no point in wasting time when you know exactly what you want.
But I don’t just want her. I need her in every way.
She will be mine because when I want something I won’t let anyone, or anything, get in my way. She’s going to be my wife, the mother of my children, my everything.
She’s the only reason I’ve reached this title fight in the first place.
Without her leaving London four years ago I would have quit boxing and gotten a job working in the financial industry, but now I’ve got more money than I’ll ever need.