~ his good luck charm ~

GRWM ~ andrew

I could hear my heartbeat echoing in my head as it bounced off my thoughts. Tonight was a big night, the biggest of them all. I was going up against Marco Dechino, the greatest fighter after me. Even though I slept with Bailey- my good luck charm, my heart was still racing. There's only 2 people that can calm me down when I'm like this. My mother, and the woman standing in front of me.

As I saw her walking to the door, my heart stopped. I didn't want her to leave. I walked up to the door, blocking the doorway. "Why don't you come to my match tonight?" I asked her, my breath caught in my throat awaiting her answer.

Her expression was unreadable as usual. Her eyes bored into mine, almost like she wanted to take my soul. I waited patiently for her to answer, it seemed like ages before she finally spoke up. "Are you gonna pay me?"

I was taken aback by her question. Although I shouldn't be surprised. I thought for a moment, wondering how she'd want me to respond. "Uhh Sure, how much?"

"How long are your matches?"

"The arena has all the matches for 2 hours but mines barely 30 minutes, sometimes."

"$400, and I'll stay with you the entire time"

"Deal." I signed with relief. I would pay her a million dollars just to go on a date with me. I handed her the $400 easily, since I'm rich. I've been fighting since I was 12, I made my first million when I hit 19. 7 years later, I've made 500 times that, so I don't have a problem with spoiling my girl, that doesn't know she's my girl yet.

"You're driving just so you know" she said. I was obviously gonna drive. As if I'd ever trust her driving one of my cars. She doesn't have a car so what else would she drive?

"Obviously princess." She rolled her eyes at me. She hated when I called her princess, but I couldn't help it. In my eyes she was a damn queen, she's lucky I don't treat her like one.

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I opened the passenger door for her to get into my Porsche, she glared at me as she got in. I smirked back at her as I shut the door once she was fully inside.

I got inside the driver side and started the car up. Pulling out of my garage, I pulled onto the road driving to the arena. As I was driving I glanced over at her, she was touching up her makeup in the mirror- or I think that's what she was doing. "What are you doing?"

She didn't look at me as she continued drawing on her face. "I'm drawing in my eyebrows."

I was insanely confused.  "I'm sorry what?"

She scoffed at me. "I'm drawing in my eyebrows!"

Trying to watch the road and look at her. I asked "why?"

"Dude, just pay attention to fucking road." She seemed fed up with my questions so I dropped it, but I still watched her 'draw in her eyebrows' as I also watched the road.

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After what felt like ages of watching her draw in her eyebrows, we eventually arrived at the arena. I got out and walked over to her door to open it for her, but she beat me to it. Stepping out as I stood there, she fixed her dress. I couldn't help but stare.

I jumped back as she snapped her fingers in my face. "Pervert." She said with a light chuckle. I couldn't help but laugh back. Her calling me a pervert wasn't funny, but her laugh made me smile every time.

"Come on let's go inside you victim." I said with a laugh, she shockingly laughed back. I grabbed her hand and led her inside.

"Where will I be sitting?" She asked me, her eyes bored into mine once again.

"You'll be up in my dressing room with me." I walked her to my dressing room, where she's been countless times.

"You're dressing room always has a man smell to it, and not the good kind- the sweating from every pore- kind of man smell." She walked into the dressing room, as I held the door open for her. She laid her stuff on the bed, as she sit on it.

"Well I'm so sorry that I sweat like a man princess." I said sarcastically as I walked into the dressing room, and sat on the bed with her. My dressing room wasn't huge, but it was pretty spacious, I fit a bed, a vanity table, a tiny bar, and a closet all in here.

She was about to say something until my couch walked in. She scoffed "you still haven't learned how to knock Brad?" Brad ignored her and walked straight to me.

"Are you ready for tonight?" He asked, he looked like he had been sweating profusely, like he always does before each match.

"Yes, coach. Got my good luck charm and everything." I said smirking at Bailey, I even leaned back flexing my muscles, knowing she was watching my every move.

"Alright that's good now you need to..." coach's words slowly faded out of my head as I stared at Bailey. The way she stared back at me made my heart stop. I like calling her my lifeline but I'm pretty sure if I stare at her any longer, I won't remember how to breathe.

Coach snapped his fingers in front of me, snapping me out of my staring contest. I looked up at him. And asked "what'd you say?"

Couch groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking. "You're on in 10 minutes."

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