Fighter

Thirty Four

Scarlett POV

Last night I barely slept, thinking about Y/N, wondering if she was okay, how
she was feeling after what happened in the ring. She walked away, but she is probably in pain today. The insanity of what Connor did yesterday it still makes me uneasy. For sure he will be barred from competing again in the octagon. No organization accepts multiple intentional absences.

Sitting at our table of sponsors for lunch, I know I should be making contacts, but
I feel empty. Everything seems empty and without sense. Like there's a hole
in my heart I'll spend the rest of my life unable to fill again.

- Are you OK, darling? - One older woman with white hair and very deep wrinkles, sitting at the table, ask. Her smile is sweet, and the her face is welcoming and demonstrates worry.

- Yes, thank you. - I smile politely.

- Relationship problem? - She asks, leaning in.

I smile at her persistence.

– Is it that obvious? - She makes a yes with her head.

- I was married for forty-one years old. I lost my Gerald last year.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Do you want an advice?

I didn't even tell her the problem, so I'm not sure she can help fix things. But above
all, I'm polite and she seems like a good person.

- Sure. - I smile.

- There are only two choices: forgive or forget. If you can't do the last, you need to forgive, because your heart has already been stolen.

I have no idea what I expected her say, but it sure wasn't that. So simple, so straight to the point, so clear. And it is necessary that a woman that I've never seen in my life point me to the obvious. I get up and kiss her on the cheek.

- Thank you.

She nods in agreement.

***

Could you tell me which room is Y/N Y/L/N in, please? - I ask the receptionist at the counter desk.

- Sorry, we can't give that information.

I show her the sponsor badge, as if it had some kind of authority.

- I'm a sponsor here. I'm going to meet her tonight, but I will arrive a little late and I just want warn her - I lie. - Could you help? My boss will kill me if I ruin this deal.

The woman hesitates, analyzing me briefly, but then she starts to search in her computer. Finally, she looks at me confused.

- Sorry. Mrs. Y/L/N has already done the
check out.

- You know when?

She presses a few more keys.

- Last night. Looks like she did the check out early. Oh, wait a minute. I remember Mrs. Y/L/N. I did the checked out of her yesterday. She was the one who was bruised from the fight, isn't it?

- Yes, it's her.

- Right. She didn't, actually do the check out. Her girlfriend returned the key. She said that Mrs. Y/L/N would stay in her room and that she no longer needed
another room - The woman whispers. - I
should not give information about the
rooms but they are in the presidential suit in case if you want to find them.

The sudden image of Y/N with another woman makes my heart ache and my
stomach to turn. why didn't occur me that she was going to move on so fast? I think deep down I believed she cared about me.
Realizing that I was so quickly replaced opens the wound created the day I found out she was planning to force Johansson's to go bankrupt. It still hurts like a open wound.

An agonizing feeling of despair hits me and all I want is to go to my house. Get the fuck out of this madness that is Las
Vegas, even if the fights don't have finished yet. I walk to the elevator in a daze, feeling myself sad, with the old lady's words coming back to my head to
haunt me. You have to forgive or forget. I think I was easy to be forgotten.

******

I pack my things and call Robert to let him know that I'll be gone one day earlier than planned, but he doesn't answer. We have a dinner scheduled with some potential sellers interested to put their products on sale in the gyms, but I'm sure they would rather talk to Robert than with me, anyway. But I don't want to leave without him knowing, so I leave the room to find him.

Henry is at the security desk. I smile politely and show my badge to the security.

- Scarlett. - Henry calls me from the hallway when I start to walk away. - It everything alright? - He asks.

- I'm looking for Robert, did you see him?

He shakes his head.

- I didn't see him.

- Thanks. - I take a step but something
stop me. She may not be mine anymore,
but I can't help it. I need to know if she is ok. - Have you seen Y/N? Is she alright?

- She has a broken rib and many bruises. But she will survive - He says. — Natalie said she woke up some time ago. The doctor gave her painkillers, so she was out for more than half of the day.

Natalie. A lot has happened in the last few
weeks. Apparently, Y/N approached her brother who until recently she despised and her new girlfriend has a name: Natalie. Perfect! I nod my head, wishing
I never have asked and I begin to walk away when Henry yells over his shoulder.

- She's in the presidential suite, if
want to visit her.

Of course, I wouldn't want anything more than to spend some time enjoying Y/N and Natalie together.