"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
Willow never expected to escape from her own personal hell, but now shes experiencing her...
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It's been two weeks since our first date, and every second day I've taken her out on another one.
She doesn't notice when I take photos of her enjoying her day with me, I have a nice collection coming along currently. To say she wasn't happy with me today when I had to cancel our date was an understatement, I called her on Facetime to let her know, it broke my heart for me to be the reason she frowned.
Fucking Wesley had booked me in for a TV interview on a late-night show in the middle of the city. Thankfully she understood and I reminded her that I'd be seeing her tomorrow as her father is hosting his annual party for everyone in the UFC family.
It's 7 pm when I arrive at the studio entering through the backdoor I'm immediately met by the host, "Ah, Mr. Welsh! A pleasure to have you back" He smiles, the only reason he's happy is because he knows the views are going to be high tonight.
"You too Marcus" I nod as he starts chatting to Wesley about god knows what, we eventually make it to my dressing room for the night as people come in to make sure I'm 'camera ready', I don't think I hate something as much as I hate this shit.
They always try to put make-up on me saying it looks good on camera but I refuse each time. I don't care how I look, I am who I am and I'm not going to try and change myself to make others happy, unless that person's Willow. I'd do anything to make my woman happy.
Once they're happy with my hair I sit back and watch the other people go on before me, I'm going to be here for fucking hours. I cringe watching them, They're dressed like they're attending the fucking met gala.
I look down at my simple black dress shirt and pants, shrugging to myself.
"Welsh you're on in 5!" Someone calls from the hallway, "Remember to smile" Wesley chuckles from the couch he's manspread himself on, asshole.
Once I'm in position I wait for my cue, "For our final guest tonight I'm going to need a big round of applause, please welcome, the one and only Cillian Welsh!"
Ignoring the ear-piercing screams and cheers I make my way to the chair opposite Marcus, he stands to shake my hand and I shake his only because there's a camera in our faces, Wesley's words ring in my ear 'rEmEmBeR tO sMiLe'.
I can't bring myself to smile as I sit down facing the bloodsucker in front of me, only reason I get invited to these is for the female viewers and to try and pry shit out of me about my personal life, fucking leeches.
"How have you been Cillian? Congratulations on the fight" He starts, "Thanks Marcus, I've been good. Enjoying my relaxation time before I start training again" I reply, "There's news out in the streets that your heart may be taken, is that true?", He always asks this question, and the answers is always no, but I guess it's not the right answer this time.
