Isaak: The Counterpunch Series Book 1

by K J Ellis

  “Hey, Mum. I have baby news: we’re having a boy. Everything is fine. I wish I could have told you this in person. I haven't seen or spoken to you and Dad in a while. Maybe you both could visit and stay a while when the baby is born? Something to think about. Anyway, I have to go. I love you both millions. Bye.” I hang up and shove my mobile back in my arse pocket before heading back over to Dev and Spence.

  I stand and talk with two of best friends, thankful that they get on well together. It saddens me that Charlotte couldn’t make it. I know she’s been super busy at work, but apart from the odd text message or phone call here or there, I’ve hardly seen her. I’ll have to ring her later, so I can tell her the baby news.

  I haven’t seen Isaak since we came in and I find myself looking around for him. I miss his closeness. I spot Kenny, Vinny and Bruce talking with a couple of the sparring lads and team. He’s not with them. On the other side of the room, I make out Saxon and the rest of his security team he sometimes has with him when we’re out and about.

  So that’s why I couldn’t see him pulling up alongside us when we arrived: he was already bloody here.

  Where the heck is Isaak? And Owen for that matter.

  I’m about to give up when in the corner of my eye I spot him walking down the dreaded stairs with Owen on his tail. He must have been in the office.

  I head over to them as they reach the bottom of the stairs.

  “Congratulations, Rem. A little mini version of Isaak running around. Who would have thought?” Owen laughs, hugs me, and walks off.

  “You okay, Sweetcheeks?” Isaak asks, pulling me into his embrace and kissing me softly on the forehead.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just looking for you, that’s all,” I reassure him.

  “Come with me.” He takes a hold of my hand and goes to pull me up the stairs with him.

  I find myself clutching onto his hand with added force.

  “S’okay baby. I’ve got you. Always.” He knows the reason for my sudden indecisiveness. I trust him implicitly so start to move my feet and climb the steps right behind him. When we reach the top, he pivots me in front of him.

  “I have another surprise for you.”

  “Isaak, you’ve done enough already. No more surprises., I beg him, even if I am secretly enjoying the gifts, he’s already given me.

  “This is the last one, I promise. For now, anyway.”

  I love how in tune we are together: a perfect jigsaw puzzle.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Isaak

  Still holding Remme’s hand as we get to the top of the stairs, I turn her to face me.

  “What are we doing here?” she asks with confused creases above her beautiful eyes.

  “Don’t look so worried, baby; it’s nothing bad, I promise.” I’m trying to ease her worry, but the lines still stay in place. “Remme, I brought you here because I wanted to show you this.” I gesture with my hand to the space that's in front of us. “Owens office is still here for now.” I point towards the first room. “The rest is… well it's yours.”

  Remme spins on her heels to look at me, confusion marking her face more than before. She’s just breathtakingly beautiful.

  “M... m... mine? Isaak, what do you mean...mine?”

  I can't help the laughter that leaves my mouth: she looks so adorable.

  “I mean, if you want it then it’s yours. Before you object, listen to what I have to say. But first let me show you around.” Taking her hand back in mine, I show her the rooms that are off to the left then take her through the big open space in the middle until we get the doors on the right of the huge floor. I explain that there are also two huge bathrooms up here, and we finish up back at the office.

  Opening the door, I take her inside.

  She hasn’t said a word since I asked her to hear me out. She’s just taking it all in her stride.

  “It’s a beautiful space, Isaak, but why did you want me to see it?”

  Taking her in my arms I place a chaste kiss to her lips. “Because Sweetcheeks, I figured if you don't want to go back to Proflex then maybe you can start afresh here...on your own. What do you think?” I ask her. I really don't know how she is going to take this; I can only hope she’s on board with the idea.

  Watching the wheels turn in her pretty little head, I start to panic, deciding I have made a complete balls-up of the whole thing.

  Then, she goes back to the open office door, looking around the huge room again. She smiles and her eyes land back on mine as I come up to her side. Just as I open my mouth to say something to her, she jumps into my arms—well as best she can with her growing bump—and smothers my mouth with hers.

  Moving her to the side of the doorway, I take a few steps so I can kick the door closed and move back to her, gently crushing her against the wall. Pinning her there as best I can, I raise her hands above her head and grab her jaw, firmly yet tenderly in my free hand. Slipping my tongue out, I lick the seam of her lips.

  “Baby, I’m gonna take you right here, right now.” Letting her hands go free, I grip her T-shirt and yank it over her head, parting our lips only long enough to slip her shirt past. Not wasting any time, for as much as I love seeing her bigger pregnancy tits, I skip unclipping her bra and strip her of her lycra sports bottoms to find her bare underneath, I let out a caveman style growl.

  “When were you going to tell me, you were going commando today?” I stand back to my full height.

  “It’s more comfortable without right now,” she says with no shame as she reaches for my shorts and pulls on them enough to free my rock-hard cock. She is on her knees looking up at me and licking her lips in question. I reach out to the door and turn the lock, looking back at her as she takes it as an invitation to do what she pleases.

  Taking the base of my dick in her tiny hand, she begins to pump me. “Isaak, I love this place, and I love you.”

  I sweep her hair up in my hand so I can watch her.

  She licks the pre cum from the bulging head. “Hmm...” she mumbles before taking as much of me as she can in her hot wet mouth.

  Guiding her with my hand still fisted in her hair, I watch as she hollows her cheeks. It's so damn sexy that it doesn’t take long before I feel the tell-tale signs that my climax is coming.

  I pull on her hair a little, and her mouth leaves me with a pop.

  “Rem, I need to be inside you.” I hoist her to her feet.

  She immediately pulls me over to Owen’s desk where she perches on the edge. Pushing her hips back a little, she places her hands behind her to take her weight. Lifting her legs up, she instantly wraps them around me as I thrust inside her.

  “This isn't going to be a slow fuck, baby. I’m ready to blow any minute.” I warn her. Since my girl told me sex was perfectly safe during pregnancy, we have been at it daily, even two or three times a day. Sometimes slow and sensual, sometimes hard and fast.

  Remme's response is instant. “Fuck me hard, Isaak.”

  It’s my undoing. Pounding my way into her, she muffles her moans into my shoulder, arms now wrapped around my neck. Three more thrusts and I can feel her tighten around me.

  “Baby, I love how you strangle my dick.”

  One more deep thrust into her is all it takes to drive us both into oblivion. She pants, trying to catch her breath.

  Just as Remme is righting her clothes so they are back into place and I'm pulling up my shorts, we hear Owen calling out to us. Looking at each other we both fall into a fit of laughter at how close we were to being caught.

  Sliding the lock across, Remme opens the door with a smile. “We’re in here, Owen.” She tells him.

  I throw a look at my best friend that lets him know just how close he was to catching us with our pants literally round our ankles. Owen’s smirk tells us he knows, but to Rem’s credit she doesn’t blush.

  “Do I even wanna know where I have to clean before I touch?” he questions on a laugh.
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  “Dickhead,” I grumble back.

  “Owen, are you okay with all this?” Rem asks as Owen takes his seat behind the desk.

  “It’s sitting going to waste here, Rem. I would rather it be used, and once I move my office downstairs, you can have this one as yours,” he tells her. “Besides, I couldn’t ask for a prettier partner.”

  I growl loudly at Owen, which just makes him laugh harder. He’s winding me up, the fucker.

  “So, how will this work with it being part of the gym?” Rem looks confused again.

  “I own half of the gym right now, but that's only until you sign the contract,” I explain to her as my best friend glides a familiar-looking folder across the table in the same way he did when he tried to get me to sign the contract before.

  Rem shoots her gaze back to me.

  “The contract is for you to take ownership of my half of the business. Don’t shoot me down, baby. It was mostly my doing that got you in this situation and being suspended...I want you to have a fresh start with me and the baby and now the business. Start your own practise, get your own staff. You can work part time if you want, so you can spend more time at home with me and baby Peanut.” I see the wheels turning in her head once again. Have I gone too far with suggesting Rem works part time? I really don’t mind either way—whatever makes her happy. I can cover us financially whatever she decides.

  “You don’t have to make a decision now. We can take the contract home, read it and then you can choose what to do. But, Rem, just so you know, I want to do this for you, for us, for our future as a family.”

  She smiles a big goofy grin at me. “I’m going have my own practice? For real?” She takes the only seat this side of the desk in what I’m guessing is disbelief.

  “I recently had the contract changed ready for you to sign. It arrived today. That’s why I stole Isaak. So, if you sign it, you will own half of the building and the businesses will interlock. If you're happy to do that, then yes, it's for real,” Owen chimes in.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Where do I sign?”

  I can’t help the beaming smile on my face. She’s agreed, no arguments.

  “Gotta say, baby, I thought I would have had more of an argument over this.” I say on a chuckle.

  Remme signs her part as myself and Owen have already done ours. In a matter of seconds, the deal is done. I’ve handed over my share to Remme to say she takes ownership from me. When we are all done with that, Owen once again leaves us alone.

  Rem is up and out the seat before I can say another word, flinging her arms around my neck and placing soft kisses all over my face.

  “You're happy then, Sweetcheeks?” I ask, kissing her back.

  “Yes, Mr Brookes, I’m happy. I can’t believe I’m going to have my own centre. I mean, I was happy at Proflex, but the ultimate dream was to have my own practice. I just never thought it would be this soon in my life.”

  I can’t help but feel pride. I have been able to provide her with her hopes and dreams.

  Kissing my girl has never been a chore, but this kiss shows her how much I love her, how much I love the life we are building together.

  We get interrupted again as Kenny knocks and comes into the office.

  “Can you put him down; you don’t know where he's been.” He laughs. “Thanks for that, Kenny,” I huff out, while Remme just laughs as she takes a step away from my hold.

  “We have business to discuss, Isaak—about the promotion for the big re-match,” Kenny says as Remme stands from the seat.

  “That's my cue to go have a chat with Dev and Spence.”

  I reach out to her again, taking her hips in my grasp. “You don't have to leave, baby.” I want to keep her in my sight.

  “It’s okay. I’m only going to be down with our guests. Unless I’m needed for anything.”

  When it’s confirmed she isn’t needed, she plants a kiss on my cheek and takes her leave to go chat with Devon.

  Turning to take the seat that Remme has vacated, I urge Kenny to go ahead with the business.

  “So, I wanted to go over a few things. This has turned out to be a huge fight. Everyone is talking about it, Isaak. This re-match is going to make you a huge chunk of money. With yours and Remme’s upcoming new addition to the family, this amount of money is going to be a huge nest egg.” This man can drone on sometimes, but I can’t deny that although I have money this would be a good amount to put in a trust fund for Remme and the baby.

  “You will get ten million.”

  I almost choke on the air I just took in. Ten fucking million will be a life-changing amount. Being a professional boxer pays well, but this is the most I’ve received for a fight. Remme wouldn’t need to go back to work if she didn’t want to. My kid will want for nothing and neither will Remme. Cutting through my thoughts, Kenny speaks again, but it’s a bit of a blur.

  “Erm, sorry Kenny. Can you repeat that last bit?” I sheepishly ask.

  With a huff, Kenny goes on to tell me about extra money I will receive from sponsors and a cool thirty percent of the left-over profits from my promoter, Marco.

  Marco Poles is badass at what he does, putting up all financial risk that covers all the costs for everything, from the drinks on fight night to the amount of people who pay to watch the fight in the comfort of their own homes on ‘pay per view.’ The man knows how to do his job. It's made the fucker a very rich man, which in turn has made me a very rich man.

  “I have the dates for the press conferences, too, but I will e-mail you those dates and times. You know they are going to ask about Remme and the baby, Isaak. Maybe you should discuss it with her—figure out between yourselves what and how much you want to share with them. Let me know what you think so I can be ready to do my best in fielding any unwanted questions beforehand,” Kenny tells me sincerely.

  We go over a few more details and discuss how my training camp is going now I’m back to full health.

  Once the meeting is over, I’m more than ready to get Remme back at my side. Making our way back down to the gym where I know I will find my girl; we spot reporters outside.

  “What the fuck are those vultures doing here?” I all but shout.

  Remme is at my side immediately. “They turned up about half an hour ago. Saxon has his team standing guard at all potential entry points and by the front door.”

  I’m thankful that Saxon is shielding Remme and ready to protect her from them, and it helps me breathe a little easier.

  “They are after confirmation of the pregnancy. One of them came in inquiring and saw Rem’s bump before Saxon forcefully removed him,” Devon says.

  “You want to go and make a statement?” It’s Kenny who speaks this time. “If you confirm it now, you can ask for privacy during the rest of the pregnancy,” Kenny continues.

  I swing a look over to Remme. I can see she looks relaxed, not the scared out of her mind woman who arrived at my house the first time she came in contact with the press.

  “What you wanna do, Sweetcheeks?” Leaving it up to her is best right now—it's her stress levels that I'm most worried about.

  “Let's do it, get it over and done with, and then maybe they won’t be too bad until after I give birth.”

  I kiss her forehead in a tender moment. My girl is so strong, and I can't fault the way she has got through all that we have up to this point. She’s a fighter, just like me. We are a perfect match, and I can’t see my future without her and our baby boy in it.

  Giving Kenny the nod of approval, we make our way outside. Kenny goes out first, stopping to tell Saxon the plan and to stay close to Remme.

  Voices all at once shout towards us as the flashes from the cameras blind us, so it’s Kenny who takes charge, shushing the crowd and simply stating that there will be no questions, just a short statement from me.

  Only when I know Saxon has Remme safely guarded do I step forwards to address everyone there.

  “Hi everyone. I
’m sure you are all aware by now the exciting news that myself and Remme are expecting our first child. We are both ecstatic over this news and couldn’t be happier. Dates will not be given out as we want to maintain as much normalcy and privacy as possible during this time. Any updates will be given voluntarily by myself or by Remme. We do ask that now we have announced our news that you give us the privacy we are requesting and respect our need for this. Thanks for your time and patience.”

  I take a hold of Remme’s hand, giving Saxon a stern nod, and head back inside the gym. I walk Remme back over to the chair she had been occupying at the reception desk.

  Devon has a face like thunder looking down at her phone.

  “What’s up Dev?” Remme asks her.

  “Have you seen this?” She turns her phone towards us both. Taking the phone from her hand, I glare at it to find pictures of me and Rem. Some outside the house and some from what looks like behind my back-garden fence. From the angle they are taken, it appears that someone was in one of the trees. But that isn't what creates the gasp from Rem sitting next to me. A couple of the pictures are of us in the pool. While my back is to the camera, Remme isn’t so lucky. The image has been zoomed in, but you can still make out Rem’s bare breasts and an orgasm written all over her face.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Remme

  I can't believe what I'm seeing. Well, I can. The pictures are very fucking convincing, and it's right there in front of me and the whole God damn world to see.

  Isaak slams his hand down on top of the table next to him, full of heated turbulence. He's outraged and his jawline is tense.

  “Saxon,” Isaak bellows so loud the sound of his voice echoes and bounces off the walls, making myself and Devon jump out of our wits.

  “I'm already on it. I've sent my team off with instructions to scan the perimeter of the grounds and check for any blind spots, just in case we've missed any,” Saxon tells Isaak like the professional he is.

  He storms over to where he stands, and I'll give Saxon his due, he doesn't even flinch.

  Isaak has him pinned up against the wall of the gym in next to no time, surprising everyone with just how quick he is in doing so. What's more, Saxon let's him.