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“Medina, would you stop putting words in my mouth? I fuckin’ care about you and caring about someone means being honest with them. I wish someone had gave more of a fuck about me when it came to my last title run. Wanna know why I nearly lost my eyesight? Because I’m fucking hardheaded and my last manager saw it as an easy payday for him.”

“Vega offered a lot of money for it, though. Turning down that kind of money? I don’t know, it seems foolish to me.”

“Sierra, a quick payout ain’t the answer. It’s easy to blow through a five-to-six figure payout, and I’m just trying to set you up for the long run. If you ask me now, it’s gonna be a no,” he dismissed, as I nodded, silently agreeing.

“If that’s your answer, then okay. But maybe it’s time I finally got my head in the game. I've gotten you out my system enough. Maybe it's time I finally got to work,” as I stormed out his room, picked up my bag from the hallway and disappeared in mine for the remainder of the night.

* I love your body

* I need you, baby. I’m going to make you all mine

* Do you like that?

* Oh, yes, yes, yes. That feels so good, daddy

* I want you to come

* I dont want to come yet. I need to pace myself so I last longer. But I’m going to give it/you my all

* Oh, I’m coming. I feel all of you.

* I want to shower/bathe you in kisses

* Get on top

* I want to give myself to you/I want you to surrender myself to you

* Bite me

* Harder

* Fuck me

* I’m almost there, keep it up, girl

* This blanket is warm

* You’re pretty

* Darling or sweetheart, but normally a term of endearment for a child of yours

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Josue

Sierra slept in her own room last night, and when I went to go wake her up for our morning run, I learned she had went without me. Who knew having a professional opinion about her ability would have such a catastrophic effect? I wasn't delusional. I knew we weren't exactly glued at the hip. And she could do better than me, for sure. But she was growing on me. So, this back and forth wasn’t working.

When I was focused, I didn’t pursue relationships. Women often wanted different things, on different timelines, so I didn’t waste time, both mine or theirs. But Sierra made me feel different. If it had just been her looks, I could have gotten her out my system the first time we fucked. But I’d watch her go from freaking bunny rabbit to a god damn wolf. You just didn’t see a ton of fighters with that type of transformation anymore. Her drive, her will, her energy were all fucking motivators for me, it just didn’t help that she was beautiful—and on top of that, amazing in bed.

Being a fighter, your life was far from traditional, so we were far removed from the white picket fence, two-and-a-half kids,dog and fucking minivan future. I’m sure we’d both be bored out of our minds if things ever evolved to that.

We came from the same world, two hood kids fighting for space that hadn’t been paved for us. So, I wanted her to experience the things that I had, traveling the world, a feat I hadn’t taken for granted as some knucklehead kid from Jersey.

Touring the streets of Soweto in in Johannesburg. Taking pictures in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Getting brown on beaches in Thailand. I wouldn't have been able to do any of that, had I planted roots and started a family. I thought that was what Sierra wanted too, but the woman was so frustrating. When she didn't get her way, she threw a tantrum. And it was my dick that had to fucking pay for it.

Brewing a pot of coffee, I did my daily runs on UFC updates. Who's fighting who? New names popping up on people's radars. Highlights from previous matches. Scrolling so fast, a post I nearly missed caught my eye, recognizing the fighter’s name. Teresa DaCosta. That chick Sierra out of nowhere, wanted to fight.

She wasn’t bad looking. Great shape. Average height. Interesting ensemble of features that made it hard to know if she identified as Black, but she for certain couldn’t pass for white. Maybe harsher in the face, but she kinda gave butch, so it probably wasn’t her goal to look feminine. I would’ve kept scrolling had it not had Sierra’s name in the caption with a video attached. Curious, I clicked on the link and hit play.