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"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."
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"What's wrong Reggie? You look like you've seen a ghost" I smirk as I sit down next to Papa, I swear Papa almost had a heart attack this morning when he laid eyes on me after I landed in Vegas. Ally and Niki are in the owner's box, saying something about the food and drinks up there is better, but I'm certain it's because the servers up there are gorgeous women and men.
"Are you sure you're good?" Papa whispers into my ear, "Of course Papa" I nod keeping my eyes on Cillian, after not seeing him for a week it's almost like I'm meeting him again for the first time, admiring him in all his glory, and I know I damn well shouldn't but every bone in my body wants to climb him like a fucking tree right now.
The referee enters the ring and talks to the two men, I didn't even bother to find out who Cillian is fighting, it won't be a long fight anyway, I saw the look in his eyes, he knows, he knows everything that has occurred over the past few days. And the anger he held in those pretty eyes of him is enough to kill an army.
I hear the referee speak loudly to the men "Handle your business and don't kill each other".
The bell rings loudly as the crowd erupts in a roar, unlike last time I can't take my eyes off of Cillian, watching him throw punches, ducking and weaving under and around the other man's attempts at hits, the way his body moves so effortlessly as if he's dancing around the ring.
Cillian kicks his foot high into the air, connecting the heel of his foot with the means temple, seconds later the man drops to the floor unconscious, "Damn, 23 seconds, new record" I hear Papa say from beside me.
He should be basking in all the glory of his new record but instead, he climbs the metal fence before dropping down and coming towards me, what is he doing?
He cups my face gently and smashes our lips into each other, fuck, I've missed the taste of him, the feeling of his skin on mine, he's here, he's back, for how long I'm not sure, so I enjoy the moment we have now.
Pulling back he rests his forehead on mine smiling down at me before kissing my forehead as he begins to be whisked away by his team and sponsors congratulating him. Once I know his moment is over I stand up and stretch my arms, silently giving my teams the signal.
I turn and look at Reggie who gives me a confused look as I smile, "I have a surprise for you Reggie, let's say it's... from an old friend" I laugh.
4 or 5 officers approach him from the side pulling him up to his feet, his face shows shock as they slap a pair of handcuffs onto him, "I'm going to take you to court, and bring your world crumbling to the ground, just like you did to mine".
"You fucking bitch" He yells, the officer starts listing off his Miranda rights, "I'll fucking kill you" He threatens, "Did you not just hear the officer tell you 'Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law'?" I question as innocently as I can.
"Get the fuck off me" He groans trying to fight the officers off of him, "Go ahead keep fighting, let's add another charge onto your file, how does resisting arrest sound?" One of the officers smugly asks him.
I knew I wanted to do this on TV, for the world to see, I just wanted to wait so I didn't completely steal Cillian moment, after all, he had trained so hard to get here, for this moment.
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Oddly enough I feel scared to see Cillian after the fight, the insecurities in my head screaming absolute nonsense. Shaking it off Marcus and Milo walk with me into the locker rooms, "Why are you shaking?" Marcus asks me as Milo just smiles, always smiling that man.
"I'm nervous" I admit stopping my steps, Marcus gives me a confused look "Why?".
"I don't know, what if the aftermath of everything is too much for him? What if sees the videos and is repulsed by me? what if-" I begin to ramble but Milo slaps his hand over my mouth "Womp womp" He chuckles, did he- did he just womp womp me?
"Fuck off Milo" Marcus glares at him before turning back to me, "If he can't accept you and your past then he's not the one" Marcus speaks, I can't accept that, I need him to be the one, "Marcus he could run me over with a car and I'd still think he's the one".
"Then go and see him dumbass" Marcus smirks, my jaw drops, "Don't call me a dumbass" I scold, "Well don't act like one".
Rolling my eyes I begin walking to Cillian's locker room again, I debate turning around as I reach the door but Marcus shoves me in and closes the door behind me, what an asshat.
"Angel" I hear his voice call but I can't see him, was that my brain talking to me? "In the ice room," I hear him call again, I walk to where the sign for the ice room is and enter, I stop in my tracks as I see him basically nude sitting in an ice bath, the lord is really testing me lately, isn't he?
"Cat got your tongue?" He smirks, I clear my throat "N-no" I respond, fucking hell Willow get your shit together, I watch as he laughs "Come here baby" He beckons using his finger as a come here motion, with shakey legs I walk to the side of the bath and kneel on my knees next to it.
Why am I so nervous? Oh yeah, because my stupid ass has convinced myself that he's leaving me.
"Do you still love me?" I blurt out unable to look him in the eyes, he stays silent but I can hear him move before his cold fingers lift my chin up, I look to the wall behind him like a child.
"Look at me" He warns, nope, I can't.
"Strike one Willow, look at me" He repeats, I can feel my body burn with his words, using all my courage I look into his eyes, and he gently smiles at me "Good girl, now repeat yourself".
I bite my lower lip, why is he torturing me, "Do you still love me?" I ask barely above a whisper.
He stays silent staring at me, so I do the only logical thing and look away again "Strike two Angel, eyes on me" He speaks. My heart races as I look back at him, "What did I tell you the first time I told you I loved you?" He asks raising an eyebrow, "I can't remember" I mumble, I do, I just need to hear him say the words.
He sees right through my lie, "Strike three baby" He smirks, "What did I tell you?" he repeats, "I need to hear you say it" I finally admit, I can feel tears wanting to fall, I don't even know why I'm crying.
"I love you, before, now and forever Willow" He finally says the words I needed to hear, the tears I was trying to hold in so desperately fall, "Are you sure?" I sob, he moves to the edge of the ice bath and cups my cheek gently rubbing his thumb over my cheekbone.
"I've never been so sure of something in my life before" He responds before leaning closer to my lips, I close my eyes and wait but the door to the locker room slams open and a fucking irritating voice fills the once quiet void
"CILIANNNNNNNN, MY MANNNNNN, YOU KICKED ASS OUT THERE! YOU WERE RIGHT, OWNERS BOX WAS FUCKING FANTASTIC" The annoying man yells.
