Fighter

Nineteen

Scarlett POV

I wake up early, nervous about going back to work today. Even if what happened the other night was just between me, Y/N, Colin and Robert I'm sure there will be murmurs in the gym. You would never guess, but fighters can gossip more than women at lunch. Of course, they prefer to call it "throwing shit," but it could have saved messenger Paul Revere a long way back then.

Y/N insists on coming with me. I know it's like bringing gas to a party full of gunpowder, but I have to admit, after that night I feel better knowing she's around.

After ten minutes of putting on makeup I take a step back in the mirror, afraid to see how my neck is doing. It's no use. The pink and purple of the bruise turned to a bright shade of blue and black. I could only cover it if I wore a turtleneck blouse. Too bad it will be thirty degrees today.

When I come out of the bathroom, Y/N is sitting on the edge of the bed talking on the phone. She sees me out of the corner of her eye as I walk through the door. Her eyes focus on my neck and I see her jaw tighten.

- I'll meet you there at ten.- She says into the phone before hanging up and getting up.

In a suit, radiant and confident, she looks a lot like the tycoon I emailed a few months ago and nothing like the fighter I've known intimately over the past few weeks.

- Do you have a date? - I provoke.

- Yes. I'll meet her at ten.- Y/N tightens her tie.

She picks up her jacket and comes towards me.

The irritation is clear on my face. I narrow my eyes and place my hands on my hips, assessing her. She better be kidding.

A crooked smile crosses her face. Seriously, she looks so delicious I don't know if I prefer the fighter or the sexy tycoon.

- Any problem? -She leans over and kisses me chastely on the lips.

- Are you all dressed up to go on a date? - I ask the word date comes out with disdain. Annoyance is obvious in my voice. Is stronger than me, I feel a little territorial when it comes to her.

- Yes. With a banker. At ten in the morning.- She laughs knowingly, enjoying having shaken my mood.

- Very well. I'm sure you'll enjoy knowing that I have a date with....

- Don't finish that sentence.- Y/N says, pulling me against her body in a not-so-gentle way.

On the inside, my ego is inflated, but on the outside I instigate it even more.

- So, you don't want to hear about my dates.

- I won't hear about them because you won't have any more. - Her voice is low and husky. I look into her eyes hoping to find a hint of a joke, but she's too serious. Strangely, her possessiveness turns me on, while Colin's was a bucket of cold water.

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Y/N holds the front door of Johansson's and I hold my breath as I enter. Robert is at the front desk and my eyes immediately start scanning the place before I even count.

- He is not here.

I turn to face Robert as he repeats.

- Colin. He is not here. I told him I had a business meeting and I didn't want any problems. He's at the 52nd Street branch, working the front desk. I brought the receptionist from ther so she can help the investor if we need it. They will do a financial audit. She would probably need reports. You know me and that stupid computer don't get along.