Number Zero; The Witch - Diego Hargreeves x OC *ON HOLD*

Number 28

Now it was all a waiting game for Diego and I. After a phone call, we had to wait for someone to call us back to make an appointment. Then we would have to sort out flights and a hotel in Vancouver. We were hopeful, we knew there was a chance that our plan would fall through, it happens to everyone. But we would keep trying, but also get on with our loves, we couldn't put our life on hold because we couldn't find a place for ourselves.

Today was Diego's fight night. Diego had been training every day, for a few hours in the gym. I stayed at the academy so I didn't provide a distraction for him. Diego tended to get distracted easily.

The last time we were at his gym together, he was collecting his belongings to stay with me at the academy, as well as sleeping with each other for the first time in years, then having the after awkward moment.

But this time my head was totally clear. I wanted Diego in my life, no doubt about it.

Standing in my bedroom, where Diego had dragged his bed beside my single, I opened my wardrobe. "So, what kind of clothes are required to wear at these events?" I asked him. Wondering if it was casual, formal, or skimpy.

Diego came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, using his hand to move my hair out of the way, exposing the side of my neck. The feeling of soft kisses on my neck caused me to automatically tilt my head to the side.

"It depends" he mumbled against my skin.

"Depends on what?" I asked him.

"If you are being the ring girl, then you just need to wear a bikini" he smirked.

"And you should already know the answer to that. I'm not flaunting my body, and I'm sure as hell know you wouldn't want men undressing me with their eyes, with what ever is left on my body" I pointed at him.

"Hmm, good point, save that for the bedroom" he chuckled "Wear something comfortable" Which could mean anything. Biting my lip, I grabbed a crop top.

"How about this?" I asked. Wasn't too exposing, but revealed a little skin at the hip line, and would reveal my stomach if I raised my arms. It was a cute piece of clothing, the main colour was pink, with a checkerd white and black pattern, and the sleeves and bottom of the top was styled in a wave design.

"Put some jeggings on a leather jacket and you will look right at home" Diego instructed me. Nodding I grabbed the rest of the clothing, before removing my original clothes, applying a fresh layer of deodrant and spraying myself with some body spray. Diego sprawled himself onto the beds, laying like he wanted to be painted like a French girl.

"Enjoying the view, are we?" I asked him, putting my top over my bra.

"Very much so...damn that top" he smirked biting his lip. "I can't wait to remove that off your body tonight, along with the rest of it"

I raised my eyebrow as I looked at him through my mirror. "And who says you are gonna do that? You gotta win remember? Only winners get rewarded" I smirked sliding on the tight pair of jeggings. A pair without a hole in it, cos damn jeggings are expensive.

"So, you're saying if I don't win, I don't get rewarded for my hard work?" he asked me.

"Nope" I teased him. "I keep meaning to ask and forgetting to ask, who are you fighting?" I asked him. His face suddenly changed from a smug face to a panicked one.

"Just some guy" he shrugged getting off the bed. "Just someone who wants to fight and win just as much as me. I am gonna sort out my drinks, do you want anything to bring?" he asked "Though there will be a little food and drink stand"