Alexander Ace Peterson has been an underground boxer for nearly his whole life, its always the same thing, train, fight, and win. But his boss tells him that they need something new, that something being a woman. Would having a woman join the fight...
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Alex♤
My room is nothing special. Grey walls, single bed completed with black sheets and five pillows. Don't ask. And next to the head of my bed is my nightstand that is home to my alarm clock and lamp.
Of course there is my chest of drawers and wardrobe and that's it. So it confuses me as to why Blair is looking around my room in awe like she's just stepped into a fortress of gold.
I stand in my door way lent against the door frame with my arms folded over my chest and I can't stop the small smile from etching my lips. Her blue eyes twinkle as she traces her hand over my pillows. She then looks at me with a raised brow and a slightly teasing smile.
"Five pillows, really?"
I shrug, "Neck issues."
"Right, of course," she laughs softly before shaking her head.
I knew here eyes were ment to sparkle, the first time I met her back at the pub I knew there was something missing. She looked dull and worn out like something had sucked all the life out from within her but ever since she's come back here she's different.
A good different. It's like someone's switched her out for a twin, the happier twin. Seeing her eyes sparkle now is enough to keep the fire in my heart lit for the next a hundred years to come. Although the lingering question of what caused her to lose her light remains.
"When did this get here?" I hear her marvel and she holds up her suitcase for me to see.
I smile cheekily and nod in her direction, "you were staying in my room regardless of anything so when you came back I had your stuff moved into my room. You didn't think I'd make you stay with Damien did you? Even I wouldn't want that," I chuckle.
I am rewarded with a bright gleam of a smile as she places the suitcase against the foot of my bed.
"Sleeping anywhere would be better then sharing with Damien," she concedes.
I snort loudly, "I can assure you he's a snorer."
She moves along my room still somehow in awe and hesitantly perches on the edge of my bed. She momentarily runs her hand delicately over my soft sheets with a somewhat far away expression on her face. I find myself also frowning, what on Earth has her changing so quickly?
At times she seems so happy and free and then before you know it she then seems lost and caged by something. I want to ask but I don't and I bite down on my tongue harshly. This is an arrangement to get me and my boys more fights. There's no need to get attached to my little fighter.
My little fighter?!
Where did that come from?
"Alex, I mean Ace, I mean-" she shakes her head with a frown and I can practically hear the gears turning in her head. I can thank the guys for this later.
