“It’s not over yet.” He rubs his fingers over the bare skin of my stomach.
I look down and smile. “Mia told me you’d like this dress the best.”
“She’s always right.” He sticks his finger down the waistline of the white, flowing skirt. It’s the first time he’s taken his eyes off the matching mid-drift shirt that I’m busting out the top. It’s something I would’ve never tried on because I thought I would need to go more formal, but somehow it’s totally perfect.
“And how do you like the ring?” He tilts my hand not realizing I can see it from every angle.
“It’s the size of skating rink. Who couldn’t like something like this?” I stare at it in wonder.
“I needed something big enough that could make every man know you’re taken.” He runs his other hand down my arm, giving me the chills. “You haven’t forgotten our rule have you?”
I give a clueless expression so I can toy with him a little longer.
“Only Reef touches that.” He juts his chin to the lower half of my body making me tingle.
“Only Reef touches that,” I whisper into his ear, repeating the words to make him moan. “But seriously, how am I ever going to repay you for this?” I stare at my father greeting all the people who came to our wedding. “You’ve made his whole life having the reception here. He feels like a man. I can see it.”
“The guy’s basically a genius at managing people. I’m ten days ahead on that Cabo project because he came in there and cleaned house. That was when I came to see him those days I ignored you. I’m the one that owes you for helping me find him. I think with a little more money he can get this place up and running with enough employees that he’ll have time to start traveling with me. I’m going to need him on my team if the plans in Mexico go through.”
I crinkle my nose. “This is so crazy.”
“It’s fate,” Reef smiles.
“Then what about Hector. That wasn’t fate. I know you helped his wife. He told me to thank you because they’re so grateful.” I squeeze his hand. “Reef, that means the world to me.”
“That one you can thank me for.” He grins, rolling his fingers over my navel.
“And what do you have in mind Mr. Vanguard?” I tease.
He leans over and kisses my neck. I shiver. He licks at my skin. “Tonight is all about you. And tomorrow…” He gently bites at my neck.
“What’s happening tomorrow?” My stomach burns as he slides his hand further down the skirt.
“Tomorrow, you can allow me to put a baby in here.” The soft touch of his hand sends electricity through my body and I’m suddenly on fire.
“Mr. Vanguard, I’m having the feeling we should excuse ourselves from this party.”
“Are you sure?” He grins.
“I think I want you to put that baby in me right now.” I playfully squeeze his thigh.
“What about all the people that came to see us?” He scans the area.
“Reef, please don’t make me beg.” I can barely catch my breath.
His knees weaken under the table. “When you talk like that I’m not even sure I can get very far.”
“Then come with me. I know the perfect spot.” I tug him from the chair. “My father hasn’t changed a thing in my bedroom since I was a kid.”
“You are too much.”
“Oh, you just wait.” I raise my brows. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
He picks me up, and rushes into the house, making sure to be as quiet as possible so that we can sneak away from the party and no one will notice we’re gone. When he gets past the front room, I point to the stairs, and he quickly whisks me up there.
“It’s at the end of the hallway,” I whisper.
“There’s not a lock on the door.” He sets me down, and searches for something to use as a barricade. I sprawl over the bed, lifting my skirt as high as I can to still leave a little to his imagination. “You have no idea how hot that is.” He walks over and runs his hands over my leg.
“I’m sorry we’re not in some fancy hotel.” I stare around at the pictures of horses I hung on the walls as a teenager.
“Sweetheart, I’m just about to take your innocence in the bedroom you grew up in and you’re apologizing? I can’t imagine this wouldn’t fulfill every man’s fantasy.”
“Just don’t let my father catch you,” I whisper in his ear, trying to play out whatever he has going on in his mind.
“Damn, you have no idea what’s that doing to me.” He begins to quiver.
I grab his hands and move them higher on my hips, knowing we’re alone, and I’m married to the man of my dreams, and we’re just about to make something magical happen because he didn’t rush anything. He allowed me to remain innocent, knowing I would be his queen forever.
“I love you, Reef,” I say, marveling at the soft nature of his touches.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he sighs and looks up at me. “I’m never going to forget you saved this part for me.”
I smile and he lowers his head to slip off my skirt. “Isabella, I’ll cherish this memory for the rest of my life. I’m always going to respect you like a queen.”
I reach down and rub my fingers over the tattoo. “And I promise I’m going to love you every day of my life and treat you like a king.”
He tugs my hair, tilting my head back and kisses me gently while his hands explore everything that will start our new lives together from now until forever.
The End
Enjoy a sample chapter of:
The Pretty Women Series,
Book Two: Mia
Tino “The Death Tank” Jones is UFC’s longest reigning heavyweight champion of the world. He’s held the title for years, but after he meets Mia and her son Lucas something starts to wear him down. Could it be the heartthrob cage fighter wants to trade in his belt for an instant family?
Tino
CHAPTER ONE
“Yo, I’m looking for a date,” I say to the broad behind the desk. She’s more of the hooker type than I expected from Joey’s referral so I ain’t real sure about the girls she’s trying to sell. “Is this the place a guy can come in and get a date?”
“Ah, yes, Sir, you have come to the right place. But can I ask you to keep your voice down. This is a private business and the patrons next door are under the impression we are a company that designs women’s shoes.” She smiles.
“Yeah, I get it.” I roll my head. “Just makes it easier for everybody involved.” I can’t imagine if somebody got a whiff of The Death Tank needing to pay for a date.
“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” the woman asks, still sitting at her desk.
“Nah, I’ll take a Monster if you got one.” I check the place out.
She shakes her head. “I am afraid I do not have a Monster. I do not even know what that is.”
“It’s a drink. In a can. You pop the lid.” I use my hands to demonstrate.
“No,” she sighs. “I do not have one of those.”
I stand there and she won’t take her eyes off me. It’s uncomfortable so I walk over and take a seat, except I can’t fit in the scrawny chair, and she laughs.
“You are a big man.” She fiddles with some papers on her desk.
“I’m a fighter.” I raise my arm, flexing the bicep while I straighten my stance.
“Oh, Sir, I think I may have just the girl for you.” She spins her chair around and opens a heavy curtain to a tinted window where two girls are talking with each other.
I stand up and lean forward on the desk to get a better look. “Can they see us out here?” I hate the idea of making a fool out of myself in front of a chick before I ask her out.
“No, Sir, it is a mirror on the other side.”
“The name’s Tino.” I hold out my hand. “You ain’t gotta call me that other shit.”
She nods and politely accepts the handshake with her wrinkled old lady hands.
“So how old are these girls?” I’m worried the t
int might hide their age like this woman tries to do with her tight clothes that make her look easy.
“Nikki, the one to your right over there is twenty-four.” She points to the girl with long red fingernails. I ain’t into stuff like that, but I don’t tell the broad that. “She’s a fiery one. I think she’ll suit you perfectly.”
“And what about that one. How old is she?” I jut my chin to the taller one. She’s probably five-foot eight. Skinny, athletic figure. Not much on the top, but plenty in the trunk to get my motor banging. “She’s sort of a white girl compared to the other one.” I point to the Latino witch with the red nails.
“Ah, yes, that is my Mia. She’s brand new. Only twenty years old. She’s a bit more American than Mexican, I’m afraid. Is that going to be a problem, Tino?”
“I like that,” I say with a giant smile because she used my name. “It ain’t a problem with me, but I’m turning twenty-nine this year. Maybe she won’t like that?”
“Nine years is nothing after you’re twenty.” The woman drums her fingers together. “Don’t you think?”
I shrug my shoulders. They’re stiff from the overhead presses I did this morning. “I’m getting the better deal with a woman that young. I think you better ask her.”
“Please allow me to go and get her.” The woman fans her hand. “She is very mature for her age. You wouldn’t put her a day under twenty-five.”
“It’s all good.” I try not to allow my lip to twitch. It’s a nervous habit. Shit, cool it, T. It’s a call girl. She ain’t gonna turn you down. I pace the floor like a kid in third grade handing the hot girl in class a will you go with me note.
Mia walks into the room staring at her Nike cross trainers. I had no idea her legs were that sculpted. Shit, she’s good looking. My palms start to sweat.
“Mia, this gentleman has inquired about you.” The old lady begins to introduce us.
“Yo, I’m Tino.” I hold out my hand.
She takes my hand and I look down to see if hers are really as small as they feel cradled in my palm.
“You got small hands,” I say, and shake my head for saying such a stupid remark. Shit, man, don’t make a fool of yourself. “I mean you got nice hands.” Just shut up. I curse in my head a slew of words I wouldn’t say in front of a lady.
She giggles.
“I ain’t real good at this.” I chuckle to lighten the pressure. “Probably why I’m here.”
“Well, Tino, you have come to the right place. Are you happy with the merchandise?” The old broad waves her hands in front of Mia like Vanna White does to all those letters on Wheel of Fortune. “Should we start filling out the contract? How long will you need her?”
Mia stares at the floor.
It pisses me off she’s treating Mia like this. I’d throw a flying superman if we were in the octagon together. Well, not on a woman. But if she were a dude I’d beat her ass.
Mia starts skimming her foot in circles.
The old lady checks out my face. “Mia, go ahead and introduce yourself to this gentleman.”
She tucks a few dark strands of hair that have fallen from her ponytail and tucks them behind her ears. I stare at her smooth skin with a hint of tan. It’s completely opposite of me. I’m wearing a long sleeve shirt so she can’t tell, but I’m much darker.
“My name’s Mia.” She bites at her bottom lip, and I think it’s real cute.
“He knows your name. Tell him something about yourself,” the broad barks.
“I like to exercise.” Mia tugs at the bottom of her running shorts.
“Nice,” I say. My muscles flex in approval. “You a long distance runner?”
She nods, and stares back at her shoes.
“Maybe we could do some cardio together? My trainer tells me I need to find something to motivate me.” I think of following her ass. Plenty of motivation in that.
“Well, isn’t that lovely? You can be work out partners.” Loud mouth in the background starts pulling paperwork from her desk. “If you just want to sign here. I can get things started.”
“Yo, this shit ain’t working.” I raise my hand and point to Mia. “You can’t treat your ladies like cattle. I ain’t here to pick out a steak.”
A burst of laughter explodes from Mia, but she quickly contains it.
“So I got a pretty big fight coming up and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” I look at her. “It shouldn’t be bad. The guy’s a pussy.”
Both women give me a funny look.
“Sorry. He’s not a real good fighter. I’m only getting in the cage with him to put money in retirement,” I correct my language. “I got kind of a mouth on me. I’m working on that.”
Mia scuffs the tip of her shoe on the floor. “I don’t really like fighting, but I think I could handle that.”
“I’ll make the match quick. I just need somebody to sit in my family section. I get paid more if the tabloids think I have a girlfriend.” I square my shoulders out of excitement. “You ever read magazines?”
She nods.
“They’re usually rigged.” I shake my head. “But they pay good.”
An awkward silence fills the space of the room.
My phone starts to ring.
“I like that song.” Mia looks up as I pull the phone out of my pocket.
Sully’s calling. I better grab this. Probably business. I hope that pussy ain’t backing out.
“Yo, I gotta grab this, but I want to give you my number.” I reach over and rip a corner of the old broad’s paper she has in the stack for me to sign. “You got a pen?”
Mia searches her light clothes and ends up taking one from her boss.
“This is my cell. You can call me anytime.” I scribble my number on the paper and fold it in half to hand it to her. “Yo, you and me, we ain’t good at this stuff in person. So maybe you can call me and we can talk. It might be easier like that for a while.” My phone stops ringing and I look down to see if Sully’s gonna leave a message.
“Do you have a preference when I call?” she asks.
I’d like to tell her I could handle that voice in my dreams, but it would put us behind on getting her comfortable with me. “Just any time you’re comfortable. The fight’s on Saturday. So maybe before then. I’ll have somebody pick you up around six. I might not get to see you that night.”
She gives me a blank stare.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have a few of my boys take real good care of you. They’ll bring you back here after it’s finished. I’m usually not in the mood to talk after a fight. I usually go home and go to bed. Is that gonna work?” I glance down at my phone ringing. You just won’t quit.
“So you just want me to come and sit at the fight?” Mia turns to her boss. “Is that okay?”
“That should be fine. As long as your crew makes sure she gets safely back to her car.” The woman holds up her papers.
I hold up my phone. “I gotta take this call. I’ll be back to sign the contract tomorrow. It’s nice meeting you, Mia.”
“You too,” she says, staring down at her shoes.
I rush to the doors, heading outside into the warm sun beating down directly above me and slide the screen. “Yo, what’s up, Sul?”
“Hey man, you get a date?” His voice is barely loud enough to hear over the loud beach music in the background.
“Yeah, I got a girl.”
“Who is she?” he shouts.
I cover my left ear, trying to hear him better on the right. “Just a girl I know.”
“Well, I got some real hot ones here with me at Zuko’s party. I thought you said you were coming. I got a few sets of panties that are upset you’re not here.”
I roll my eyes. He ain’t ever gonna get it. That ain’t how I roll.
“Yo, man, I gotta hit it. I’m about to get myself some cardio in.” I glance back at the building and wish I could see Mia’s back end one more time, but the tinted windows on the building keep her protected. She’d better call bef
ore Saturday.
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Table of Contents
DEDICATION
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EXCERPT - BOOK TWO - MIA
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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