He nods as he moves to the side letting me in his office but never taking his eyes off Xavier.
“Miguel, get in here and shut the damn door!” I snap.
Miguel finally turns around and shuts the door behind him, cracking his knuckles.
“That motherfucker, I swear to God-”
“Stop!” I say holding my hand up. “Regardless of how unprofessional he is, he’s still a client. You can’t go around saying things like that!” I snap with my hands on my hips.
“But it’s true,” he smirks moving closer to me.
“I know it is,” I exhale giving him a small smirk of my own. “But keep that between us please. The whole world doesn’t need to know how loud you make me scream your name.”
“Mmmm, Alessandra. How about a demonstration then?” he says putting his hand on my thigh, inching my skirt up.
“Don’t you dare, Miguel Jameson. In your office?” I say in a whisper yell.
“I want this ass. Right. Now.”
“But my event-”
“Doesn't start for another half hour. I just need five minutes,” he growls.
I back up as the back of my legs hit his desk.
“Miguel…”
His fingers slip under my panties and when his thumb presses against my clit, I grab his waist and moan into his shoulder.
“Say yes,” he commands.
His thumb moves in a circle around my clit and I open my mouth, biting his shoulder.
“Ohhhhkay, okay, yessssss.”
He frantically pulls his shorts down with his boxers and his hard cock bounces free as he sits me on top of his desk, spreading my legs. He takes a condom out of the top desk drawer and sheathes himself and plows inside me in record time.
“Ohhhh shit,” I whine as he pushes deeper and deeper into me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, dropping my hands to his ass and squeeze, holding on for the ride as he pistons into me. One hand is on his desk, the other gripping my thigh, his fingers imprinting my skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Aless. So fuckin’ good. Come for me.”
I move my body in rhythm with his, back and forth as his shaft rubs against my clit. He takes my hand off his waist and puts it in between our bodies, dropping it to where we’re connected. I watch my body taking him in and out and groan at how sexy it is.
“You like that? Watch it, Aless. Look at how perfectly your pussy takes my cock. Make yourself come, I wanna watch you rub your clit.”
“Oh fuck, Miguel.”
I move my middle finger down my belly and lightly push against my clit. It’s not going to take long as I watch our bodies connecting, my finger frantically moving along my clit and Miguel’s moans in my ear. The knowledge that there are people on the other side of that door, people I work for, people I work with. It’s dangerous and exhilarating and I explode against my fingers and all over Miguel's cock as he let’s go, emptying everything he has into the condom.
“Holy shit,” he laughs, slowly pulling out of me.
“Oh my God! I totally came back here to find you and tell you how big of a jerk you were being for fighting Xavier. You distracted me, dammit! Why are you doing this? You could get seriously hurt, Miguel!”
I hop off the desk and right myself before I stare daggers at him.
“Alessandra, I’ve fought Xavier before. After that little dose of good luck, you just gave me, he’s gonna be nothin’,” he says cupping my cheek.
“It’s a known fact, women weaken the legs. I’ve seen Rocky a million times! Shit, I just screwed you so badly,” I groan smacking my forehead.
“I beg to differ. That screw was incredible,” he says kissing my neck.
“Miguel! Be serious for a damn minute. You can’t go and fight him right now, or ever! If you get hurt, I swear I’ll… I… I won’t be able to handle it knowing I probably had something to do with it.”
“Listen to me, Alessandra. I’m a fighter. Yes, I work for the president, but I was born to do this. It’s for charity, it’s not a title fight. I’ll be fine, especially hearin’ the way he talked to you. Make sure there’s a medic nearby,” he says his jaw flexing.
“Don’t go in there angry, even I know you can’t fight with emotion. Please be careful, this is not worth you getting hurt.”
“I won’t. Have faith, my light.”
I smile and roll my eyes as we walk hand and hand out of the office and towards the ring. Miguel gives me a quick kiss and jumps under the rope, bouncing around, throwing punches to warm up.
“Adopted mother advice,” Charlotte says coming up next to me. “Lock the door next time.”
“Oh my God,” I groan. “You didn’t.”
“I did,” she says shaking her head. “I can never look at Miguel the same way again.”
I cover my face in embarrassment and she puts her hand on my shoulder.
“It’s happened to the best of us. Devin caught me and Gabe in the office once, believe me, that was way worse than this.”
“It was so unprofessional, Charlotte. I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“Oh stop, we’re not hardasses like that, Ali. I’m just sayin’ for future reference, you might not want the whole world to see your boyfriend’s ass. I mean it's a nice ass, I can admit that, but I don’t ever wanna see it again.”
I cover my mouth with a laugh and nod.
“Okay, we’ll be more careful.”
“So, is he ready for this? When Lacey said Miguel was gettin’ into the ring, I thought it was a joke.”
“He says he is but then again I just weakened him a bit. Xavier tried to hit on me in the hall and Miguel caught it all, hence the jealousy bang in the office. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“We’ll if Lance’s face at Thanksgivin’ is any indication, I’d say he’ll be alright.”
I wince remembering Miguel and Lance fighting on the grass in Charlotte’s backyard, rather Miguel beating the absolute shit out of him.
“Yeah… that… wasn’t fun.”
“Oh, he deserved it. Bells told me what happened. He’ll never be allowed back at my house, that’s for sure and I think all the kids feel the same. Dev and Mani cut him from their list, and I think Lace did too. Although, I’m sure she never had him to begin with. Ever since that bet thing came out, she’s had this look like she’s gonna cut him every time he comes around.”
“I don’t blame her,” I grumble.
The announcer taps the microphone, letting the crowd know the fight will begin in five minutes, announcing all the sponsors for the event and the charity where the money that is raised will go to.
“I think I’m gonna throw up,” I say my voice shaking.
“He’ll be okay. Come on, let’s go stand with the girls.”
I follow Charlotte to where Savannah and Lacey are standing, and Lacey squeezes my shoulder.
“He’ll be okay. You know how hot this is gonna make you? Good Lord if this was Nico in the ring...” she says fanning herself.
“You are such a Turner, it’s insane,” Savannah hisses slapping Lacey’s hand down.
“Ow!” she says rubbing her wrist. “Rude!”
“To our right, weighing in at 185 pounds, standing tall at 6 feet and 1 inch, the man on a mission, Mr. Miguel ‘Macho’ Jameson!”
Everyone cheers and I put my hands around my mouth, “wooing” for him. He turns towards me and winks, blowing me a kiss and my knees buckle. His body in just boxing shorts, his hands wrapped in lime green wrap, making his eyes pop even more, makes me crave him again.
That familiar pull I used to feel; I now feel for Miguel. Shit. Is that normal? Is that a bad thing? They never said anything about this in therapy, only using alcohol as a gateway drug back to my old ways, nothing about people. Can I be addicted to Miguel? Jesus Christ this is not what I needed to be thinking about right now. I shake my head, saving those thoughts for another day as I focus back to the ring.
“In the other corner, weighing in a
t 190 pounds, standing at 6 feet, the “X- Factor”, Xavier “X-Man” Roberts!”
We hear wolf whistles and women cheering as he walks around the ring, his hands in the air, pumping his fists.
The announcer brings both men to the middle with the referee and he explains the rules. I bite my nails as I watch Miguel and Xavier punch fists and Miguel walks to the corner of the ring, Normani putting his gloves on over his wraps. She says something to him, and he nods, as she puts his mouthpiece in his mouth.
“Oh my God, his beautiful face. I’m not ready for this,” I say putting my hands over my eyes.
“Damon looked sexy as fuck with a black eye when Devin scrapped with him,” Bella says from next to us.
“When did you get here?” asks Charlotte.
“Lace texted me. I couldn’t miss Miguel’s fight. That’s so hot!”
“Husband, right behind you,” Damon growls from behind us.
“Not as hot as you baby,” she says patting his cheek.
The bell rings and I watch as Miguel bounces on his toes, Xavier faking a punch but pulling back. Miguel doesn’t fall for it and stands his ground, moving around Xavier until his back is in a corner. Miguel lunges forward with a jab, missing but then landing a cross right into Xavier’s ribs. Xavier bends forward covering his face as Miguel goes to work on him, punching the sides of his head, one after the other.
The referee blows the whistle trying to pull Xavier off Miguel, as he hugs him around the waist, trying to stop the punches.
Miguel pushes Xavier off him as the referee signals for the fight to begin again. This time Miguel doesn’t bounce around, he lunges for Xavier again, throwing two jabs before coming around with the cross right against Xavier's cheek causing him to stumble back into the ropes. Miguel backs up, letting him get his composure as Xavier straightens up.
“Why did he do that! He could have kept punching him,” I groan.
“It’s charity Ali, Xavier is supposed to be the big shot. Miguel’s playin’ him. He would wipe the damn mat with him,” Lacey says shaking her head.
I hear gasps from the crowd and look back to the ring and my face turns white. Miguel is bleeding from his nose as he stumbles to the corner of the ring. Normani is there, sticking a white gauze up his nostril.
The bell rings, signaling the end of Round 1 and I rush over to the corner of the ring Miguel is sitting against.
“What the hell happened, I looked away for a second,” I say standing on top of the platform, leaning over the rope. I grab Miguel’s cheek making him look at me. “Dip your head back, give me another one, Mani.”
I take the gauze out of his nostril, and put a fresh one in, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Nurse Alessandra?” Miguel says smirking.
“Peter. Boys get a little crazy sometimes. Are you okay?” I ask my voice soft.
“Fuckin’ bastard cheap shotted me. I gave him space to breathe, give everyone a show and he fuckin’ sucker punched me. No more,” Miguel growls, ripping the gauze out of his nose.
He turns, planting a wet kiss on my lips and the bell rings signaling the start of round 2.
I get off the platform walking back towards the girls and Xavier and Miguel are in the middle hitting gloves. Xavier takes out his mouthpiece, saying something to Miguel and Miguel lunges forward but the referee gets in the middle. Xavier smirks, putting his mouthpiece back in and the round begins.
Miguel bounces forward on his feet, throwing jabs at Xavier, getting him to bite. I watch as Xavier drops his hand for a second and Miguel connects with his cheek, Xavier stumbling back into the ropes. Miguel pounces on him, punching his face and ribs like a heavy bag and Xavier drops to his ass on the mat. The referee starts counting as Xavier slowly gets to his knees, holding onto the rope for support.
Miguel ducks down eye level with Xavier as he says something. The referee pulls Miguel back as Xavier gets to his feet and the round starts again. Miguel doesn’t give Xavier a minute to breathe as he starts on him again, relentlessly punching until Xavier drops to the mat. The referee counts and this time Xavier stays down as the referee grabs Miguel’s hand and throws it up in the air.
“By knockout, Miguel “Macho” Jameson!”
We all yell and cheer as Miguel points to me and I run through the crowd hopping up to the ring.
“Thank you to the ladies at Double Play for puttin' this amazin’ event together. Thank you to Xavier for a great fight. My studio was honored to host this event and a special thank you to my beautiful girlfriend, Alessandra Thompson. Mickey was wrong, women don’t weaken legs.”
Miguel gives the announcer back his microphone and wraps me in his sweaty arms as he devours my mouth in front of the whole crowd. I’m lost in his kiss as everyone cheers around us and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, running my hand through his wet hair.
“God, you’re so sweaty,” I laugh against his lips.
“Not as sweaty as I was with you the other night,” he whispers in my ear.
I suck in a breath and tsk, wagging my finger at him.
“You’re insatiable, Mr. Jameson.”
“Only with you, Alessandra. Only with you. I'm gonna go get cleaned up then I'll come back and help you clean here.”
I nod, putting my hand on his chest.
“My purse is in your office, just make sure to lock it back up when you come out.”
He kisses my hand then turns. I watch him walk and call after him.
“I'm proud of you, Rocky.”
He turns back around, and I wink at him, his smile big, as he winks back. My heart. My poor, poor heart. It doesn't stand a chance.
Miguel
I walk back towards my office, unlocking the door as I walk inside and search for my gym bag. I knock into the side table and curse as the contents of Alessandra's purse spill out onto the floor.
“Shit.”
I start cleaning everything up, and my hand connects with a plain white envelope. I know I shouldn't, but curiosity gets the better of me. I glance inside and my eyes widen at the stack of cash. It must be at least twenty $100 bills. Why the hell is she carrying around this much cash? The better question is, where did she get it from? I push it back in her bag, all negative thoughts flying out of my head. I trust her. I love her for fucks sake.
I grab my gym bag and lock my office back up, going towards the men's locker room and taking a quick shower. I try to think about anything other than that envelope of cash, but I can't. I need answers but I don't know how I'm going to get them. Do I just come out and ask? I wasn't snooping, the bag really did fall. I squeeze my eyes shut. She would come to me if she was in trouble. Maybe she got a payment from a client and didn't go to the bank yet? It could be anything. Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
I walk back out into the gym and the crowd has lessened, Lacey, Savannah and Alessandra stacking up the chairs in the corner.
“Alessandra, you did great today. This event was amazin’,” Savannah compliments. “You should be so proud of yourself. I gotta calculate the final numbers but we had some last-minute donations today.”
“I'm so happy, I was so nervous.”
I smile remembering her rambling in bed last night, running over every possible scenario and how it all could go wrong. It could have if I didn't step in but any excuse to kick the shit out of the guy that's been bragging through the circuit about fucking her? Couldn't miss an opportunity like that.
Still, the money weighs heavy in the back of my mind.
“Hey! Where do you keep the peroxide? You got a little blood on the mat,” Alessandra says wincing. “Come here, let me check you.”
I give her a small smile and walk over as she pushes me to the side of the ring, making me sit on the mat as she dips my head back, pushing a tissue inside my nostril.
“Damn it's still bleeding a little. Here, keep this in there,” she says putting another piece of gauze up my nose.
“Yes ma'am,” I say smiling.
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nbsp; “You feel okay? You look a little white.”
I school my expression and try and give her a genuine smile.
“Fine, don't worry about me and don't worry about the mat. I'll do a big clean tomorrow morning before openin’.”
“No way, sit that sexy tush down and just enjoy the show,” she says smirking, walking away from me with a sway in her step.
She grabs the peroxide from the back room and comes back, hopping up on the ring on top of me, her feet planted on both sides of my body as she ducks under the rope, her center inches from my face.
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