The Social Virgin. [✔]

14. Birthday Kisses.

Birthday Dinner Attire^^^

Ominous P.O.V

"It was the shoulder I assure you. I told you I wasn't ready for the fight with Mayweather that day" Manny Pacquiao insisted.

Warren Beaumont other known as one of the head agents for the WBA.World Boxing Association. He was the guy responsible for bringing out great boxers like Marco Barerra, Pacquiao, Adrien Broner, Sugar Ray Robinson, and many more. Warren had a good eye for upcoming boxers seeing potential in them.

He remembered when he first meet and watched Pacquiao do his little matches in the little town on the southern coast of Mindanao of the Philippines. Ohh he remembered the 25 year old as if it were yesterday. But it wasn't.

In the matter of fact...it's been years since Warren had found the next big thing. He's been keeping a close eye on many little boxers around the world but they were decent....nothing extraordinary. Some had potential but not enough in Warren's book.

"Yes I remember you notifying me about that but you pushed yourself even though you weren't on your best game. It's all forgiven." Warren replied to his star boxer.

Pacquiao sighed. "I'm getting old Warren. We need someone new. Harris has Mayweather who is currently undefeated and a great defense. We need someone young and strong who has the stamina to keep up with him" Pacquiao suggested.

"Do you want to stop boxing" Warren asked raising a brow. He knew Pacquiao couldn't see him but by his voice he could tell his expression.

He pressed the phone closer to his ear after moments passed.

"No. But I will calm down until I retire. But I want to help you search for a boxer. Where are you now" Pac asked.

"Malibu....just flew in last night actually. It's beautiful here" Warren said. He took in the scenery before him. Outside was the waves crashing onto the rocky shoreline and grassy patches by the road. It was early in the morning....around six-thirty a.m. and the clouds were overcast but it still looked amazing.

"Mali huh...I have some family on that side.....oh shit they told me about this place they go to sometimes where alot of men box and exercise. But it's on the bad side" Pac suggested to his agent hoping that would catch his attention.

Warren chuckled. "Rougher the city...tougher the fighter. What's the name of this place anyways".

"It's called The Yard. Some of my little cousins exercise there. They say there is some good fights."

He sat back in his chair thinking to himself. Should he check this place out .....was it worth it. He yawned before replying. "Tommorow. I'm busy today."

"Ight Warren. You should get your sleep. You get bitchy when your tired" He teased.

"Bye Pac" He said with a flat tone and pressing end on his phone. He laid back in his big comfy chair. In front of him was a pile of boxer files he labeled as potential.

If only there were someone who meet his standards fully. Someone who was a dream come true.

"Baby your still out there" His 21- year old girlfriend Dina asked coming from the master bedroom of his beach house.

"Yes Dina. I will be coming soon" He said taking off his glasses and took a chug of his corona beer. She frowned at him.

"You said that four hours ago and you shouldn't be drinking so early in the morning" Dina stated as she folded her arms. He groaned.

"You treat me like a child I'm forty-five for God's sake"

"That's because you choose to act like one" Dina said staring blankly at me. Fuck she was sexy.