The Socialites. [✖]

(REVISED) 1. The Life They Wanted.

Revised Version: THE LIFE THEY WANTED

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Jordan

Los Angeles

The arena maxed out its capacity within less than an hour, more than ten thousand seats were filled with spectators from every sporting station, wealthy gamblers bidding their lives away, and boxing fanatics alike yelling and chanting over the vibrations of the stadium beneath their feet.

"Sanchez!"

"Sanchez!"

The name became popular in the mouths of those who knew boxing. A stellar track record of an official twenty-eight wins no losses. I rose up and became a legend in my hometown of East Mali. I trained hard and fought fast, pushing my body to extremes in order to stand in the place of the third greatest boxer in the world.

Drops of sweat and perspiration began to build on my chest. The room was cool yet my blood boiled in anticipation. Warren gazed over me.

"You ready?"

"Born ready" I smirked before the opening doors revealing bright flashes light from the press, reporters and their camera crew ready to attack.

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"Jordan" Her gentle whispers tugged on my heartstrings, her bow shaped lips kissed along my neck down my bare chest. 

"Mornin' sleeping beauty" I teased with a sleepy grin running a hand through my hair awakening. Her blue eyes sparkled meeting mine as she adjusted herself perfectly displaying her chest in my view of sight.

"You're still tired from last night aren't you?" Katie questioned with a slight smile. My memory flooded with images from last night's fight I had with Andre Berto. After four rounds of tussling back and forth I performed my signature uppercut to the jaw that he never saw coming knocking the poor fellow out for a few minutes automatically declaring me as the winner. 

I had to give Berto props to be honest, he sure did put up a good fight. After the fight, the crew and I headed straight to the hottest club in LA called ICE where everyone celebrated my latest win. I didn't even remember when or how Katie and I got back home. Now realizing how we were both in our birthday suits its safe to assume we must've had our own celebratory party amongst ourselves.

"Not so much. What time is it?"

"Five passed one maybe we could head out for brunch in the next hour or so" Katie suggested. "That's good with me" I nodded before grabbing the remote to open up the curtains instantly brightening the bedroom by the daylight and city of Los Angeles down below.

Katie slid out the bed swayed her hips side to side as she stood before the window that ran from the floor to the ceiling looking outside. Unbeknown to the outside world below, living on the top floors of the high-rise building came with its benefits when it came to our nightly rendezvous.

Following behind her I wrapped my arms around her waist protectively pressing my manhood on her behind. Katie melted in my arms.

"I will never get over how beautiful this view is"

 "Very beautiful indeed" I agreed.

"Isn't this when the man tells the girl that she is more beautiful than the view" Katie hinted. 

"Mhm I don't know babe, this view is pretty hard to beat" I playfully teased earning a scoff from Katie. "You're such an ass" 

"Just kidding...the sight of you is absolutely astounding" I whispered into her ear already knowing she was grinning ear to ear.