Fighter

Thirty two - MMA Open

Hey guys, i'm sorry for not updating earlier but i had my final exam yesterday so i was a little busy studying but it's finally done, so I'm back again.
Good reading everyone.

Scarlett POV

I wake up early to check out Johansson's banners and decide where to place them. We pay a fortune for the ads so I can't afford not to have them shown on TV as much as possible. After showering, I zapped through the local TV channels, unsurprisingly, that the MMA Open is the hot topic of Vegas headlines. A picture of Henry Cavill appears on the screen. It's about his championship fight and the referee is holding his hand in a sign of victory. There's a smile on his face and his eyes sparkle. A little bit of his sister peeks out from under his intense eyes. It's more than the color (I know is eyes are blue, but for this history they will be green): there's a passion, a determination, something that makes me think that the two of them have more in common than just their eyes.

The familiar ache in my chest rises to my throat. I swallow it back, there's too much I need to focus on today to let thoughts of Y/N take over me again. The TV screen splits into a photo of the two side by side. I press the button and turn it off with my heart sinking with the longing I feel just looking at a picture of her. The focus of the MMA Open and Henry Cavill made headlines. The press just can't resist when it comes to three strikingly beautiful but wildly different people with an easily sensationalist story. The amazing and sexy fighter Henry Cavill, the beautiful and confident successful businesswoman Y/N, and the proud senator, the father, who kept the connection between the three a secret for almost twenty-five years. It's an audiences dream for journalists to just show a picture of the irresistible three.

A knock on the door cuts my train of thought and I hope it's room service. With my hand on the doorknob I peep through the peephole and I see Colin on the other side of the door. There's no way I'm going to let him in. I accepted his apology because he's Robert's nephew, but that doesn't mean I trust him enough for us to be alone in a hotel room. We've both made mistakes and I don't plan on repeating mine.

- Who is it? I ask, even though I know
the answer.

- It's me, Colin.

- Oh. Colin. I'm not dressed yet - I lie.

- And? - He's offended, I can tell by his tone.

- You need anything? I'm late.

- Open the door, Scarlett.- He says with a impatience tone.

- No, Colin. I'm not dressed. What can i do for you?

He punches the door. I jump because I wasn't expected the bang.

- Open the door, Scarlett. - He threatens.

- I'll call security if you don't go, Colin.

- Don't bother. - There is silence for a moment and i think he might be gone, so I look through the door. I know he can't see me, yet he looks straight at the door, with a sadistic smile on his face, holding a paper at head height.

- They posted the fights. Just want to tell you to enjoy today's fight. - He turns and walks away.

***

I spend the morning running up and down, checking in the Johansson's managers who came to MMA Open and brought their best fighters. We have five
fighters in the competition, including two
beginners with great potential, and Colin. Robert and I met at sponsor table. As usual, we are the last in line, doing the
last minute check-in. I am distracted by the man sitting at the end of the long table: Henry Cavill. The line for getting his autograph is bigger than the line for the check-in. Me and Robert stayed talking while we wait our turn to get the passes and the tickets, but I constantly turn around to spy on Henry. He catches me some times and smile. When it's our turn, Henry has already finished and approaches. I hold the air and try to control myself not to stay staring at him, though it's useless. He probably thinks i'm a fan, but I'm stunned by the resemblance. It's not something you see
easily, but it's the mannerisms, the way the corner of his lip curls lifts when he is happy but tries to hide. The sexy confidence that hypnotizes a crowd without having to say nothing.