Colour Me Alive

Six: Mysterious Hazel Eyes

A/N: This was suppose to be up earlier but I went to go do paperwork for my new job, SO I AM NOW EMPLOYED :), meaning I can enroll for a course this summer semester!

Anywho, I hope you enjoy learning more about Ram. Next chapter will be very, very interesting 🤤.

Happy reading everyone!❤️

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Valentin Ramirez

A pair of hazel eyes with green specks have been embedded into my mind since last night. Hazel eyes so bright that even they hold a mysterious fire in them, just like their owner. Those eyes have the power to hold anyone captive under their mysterious spell.

I could have stared at them all night if it wasn't for Cecilia's big mouth coming in and interrupting our moment.

Wait-I mean... hell, I don't even know what it was. All I know is that Liesla is one peculiar mamacita that is already causing me to get distracted from my main goal, winning this championship. Something tells me that she's going to complicate things for me.

What completely bogles my mind is that Ricardo has been bugging the hell out of me to get to know her. He claims that she could be a nice mixture to life, change my routine up a bit, which is ridiculous. I do not live my life in a routine, well, not every week at least.

It's hard to not get caught up in a routine when you're trying to win the NMMAC's. A typical week for me consists of training, working out, fights, and tattooing. I'd say that I go out at least 3 times a month, which honestly isn't so bad. Rickie is making it seem like I barely go out.

He is right about one thing, I haven't been involved with someone in a while. Maybe a year or three, honestly I don't know, I lost count. It's not like I don't have women lined up for me, because I do. Ever since I started competing there have been women left and right for me, but I'm just not interested.

Yes, I have my fairly big sexual appetite, but I'd be damned if I used a woman for that. That's something my stupid high school self did, now at the age of twenty five, I find myself wanting more than just sex.

Ric has tried to set me up before but, it has never worked out— there was never a spark. And fighting never really allowed me to properly meet someone and give them my undivided attention, or maybe I haven't found someone worth giving my time to.

As my body shifts to a comfortable position in my bed, my phone's ringtone goes off.

You have to be kidding me, can't a guy catch a break around here?

I lazily get up from my bed and walk over to see who's calling me:

Henderson.

What could my trainer want on a Sunday? My finger quickly presses the answer button, anxious to know why he's calling me.

"This better be good, Ender." I grumble as I saunter down to my kitchen to make myself breakfast.

"Quit your whining, you're going to start waking up earlier than this when you get to the quarter finals." He scowls me, I can practically feel his death stare through the phone, one I'm used to seeing.