by Harris, K
Damon is currently a light heavy weight mixed martial arts fighter. Standing a whopping six foot tall, caramel complexion with tattoos all over his upper body, muscles on top of muscles, and a shadow fade with deep waves. His boyish good looks have landed him sponsorships from all sorts of advertising agencies who want the masculine sexy eye candy type of model. He travels all over in different matches and when he’s home if he’s not in intense training he’s spending time with his ‘baby girl’, the only female he trusts with his life. Ever since his mother passed away of cancer when they were away for college they have been inseparable. Some people still have dibs that they will end up together and they just let whoever believes that bull think what they want. They will anyway. Deep down it would be nice but let’s face it they weren’t each other’s type.
“Baby girl what the hell are you doing tonight?” Damon asked on Skype.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? Again?”
“Yeah nothing again. What is there to do?”
“Shit I don’t know. Dinner with one of them uppity doctors or them snooty nurses. Where them freaks at you associate with?”
“Damon, you need to quit. You always talking about somebody. For your information I am a, how did you put it? Snooty nurse!”
“You know what I mean lil’ girl. What happened to that new physician that was trying to get at you?”
“Mm-hmm. Not interesting at all. He just stares, I mean damn take charge. Is that so much to ask for? It’s kind of stalker-ish.”
“So you want a dude like me?”
“Is that too much to ask?”
“I guess not but you can’t compare everyone to your best friend baby. That’s not how it works.”
“I know, it’s just that you are kind of perfect.”
“Kind of? The hell you tell, I’m the shit.”
“Minus the ego though. So unattractive…”
“I will ignore that because my ego makes that cheddar. Anyway where them hoes at?” Damon asked referring to the two sorority sisters that she actually still talks to on occasion. He can’t stand neither of them but so far they haven’t crossed her in any wrong way yet so she still hung with them when she felt like it.
“You are so special but I don’t have a clue probably somewhere trying to burst into a celeb party.” They laughed together.
“I’m taking you out next week when I get back into town.”
“Where?”
“To a party of a fellow fighter.”
“I don’t know if I’m feeling that one.”
“I’m sorry did you hear me ask. NOPE!”
“Ooh so demanding… I love it.”
“You freak.”
“I’ll be that.”
“Again you don’t have a choice. Baby girl room service just arrived I’m about to let you get back to reading your book and being a prude for the rest of the weekend.”
“Whatever sugar bear. Love you.”
“Love you too boo.” They disconnected each going to do their own thing.
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Mya happily only worked Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday all twelve hour shifts. Having the weekend with the very first day after to recoup if she was out and about like some people she knows. Every so often Damon will demand she fly out on Friday morning to spend some time with him in a different state. She was the envy of most of the ward’s nurses because of her set schedule that she locked in with being that she is the charge nurse on those days. Being available for overtime when needed also helped her rise in the ranks faster than other nurses that had been there longer. She needed the experience in the pediatric department for when she decided to take her exam to become a certified nurse practitioner. Having already taken the classes to achieve that position the only thing required is the exam.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen.” Mya greeted the group when she entered their break room for the morning staff meeting.
“Good morning Mya.” Everyone greeted.
“How was your weekend Mya?” A nurse named Kelly asked.
“It was cool.”
“By cool you mean quiet.” She added causing some to snicker.
“Pretty much.” Mya didn’t hide the fact that she was a homebody.
“Girl I’m surprised you don’t have about ten cats by now.” A nurse named Gail added.
“I don’t like cats.” Everyone laughed. “Let’s get the shift change going and change the subject off of let’s predict Mya’s weekend.” She joked but everyone got serious. They were in the business of saving lives, taking care of the sick, and prolonging life.
She listened to the report from each night nurse and wrote notes about each patient that was admitted over the weekend. After report was completed the day began with the nurses pairing up one from the night and one for the day to have a personal one on one about what patients they were taking. Mya assigned the nurses when she got there so no one would be confused on who to talk to about what. After doing her rounds to make sure all of the medical rooms and supply closets had the things they needed to run smoothly, she sat down to go over her own patient load for the night. She loved being a nurse and had always wanted to be one since she could remember. Always dressing her bears and dolls up to be sick patients which she would make well. This was her dream job on a good and bad day, working on the critical care floor not wishing to have it any other way.
“Mya?” Kelly sung her name.
“Yes Kelly.”
“What are you doing this weekend?”
“The same I did this weekend.” Mya was quick to answer but then thought about her conversation with Damon. “Oops I lied. Damon is coming back into town and wants me to accompany him to some jocks party.”
“Your so-called best friend Damon?”
“That would be him.”
“Oowee, I don’t see how you can be just friends with somebody that damn fine.”
“I know that’s right.”
“That’s coming from someone who doesn’t know him as well as I do.”
“He’s a famous fighter or something right?”
“MMA, light heavy weight class, yup.”
“He could lift my…”
“Kelly…” Mya cut her off from saying anything else vulgar.
“I’m just saying.”
“Anyway excuse Miss hot pants right here. What party are you all going to again?” Gail asked.
“I don’t have a clue. Some fighter friend is all I know.”
“It’s probably the fighter they call B.A. he fights in one of those initial clubs. They were advertising it on the radio.”
“Probably so and I don’t have a choice in the matter so yeah.”
“Well I will trade places with you.” Danny the only male nurse on their floor said.
“I will have to ask him.” They all laughed.
The rest of the day went by smoothly with minimal issues. They discharged three but admitted four in their place keeping them busy up until it was time for them to turn things over to the night nurses. Before long she was on her way home to relax and prepare for the next day. The weekend would be here before she knew it. It was best that she be fully prepared to not get any sleep until Monday knowing Damon. No doubt she is going to run into her associates Kim and Shannon at the party if they can get in. Knowing how scantily they dress they will probably be in there like swimwear with bells on. Oh goody hoes, groupies, drunken celebs, equaling a shit load of comedy for later. Now what to wear?
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“Sorry baby girl, I’m not going to be able to make it to town after all. One of the sponsors requested I be available for a new ad.”
“It’s okay. When will you be back?”
“Sometime next week. Why don’t we skip town next weekend?”
“I can’t, I already signed up for overtime.”
“You suck. You work so much because…” Damon dramatically let that statement die off.
“Cause vacation is coming up soon and you prom
ised me a trip.”
“Oh yeah that’s right but that still doesn’t explain anything. I promised you a trip so why wouldn’t I take care of everything?”
“You know better. That’s why I work, to provide for myself. Just because you have money doesn’t mean I want you taking care of me.”
“I didn’t say I was taking care of you but I can damn sure treat you. You are so damn stubborn.”
“No I’m not. I just want to spend my own money on things I want. Is that too much to ask?”
“I love that you’re so independent. The man that you get will be so lucky to have you in his corner.”
“Thanks sugar bear. You always know what to say when I’m feeling sucky.”
“What’s wrong boo? Why are you feeling sucky?”
“I don’t want to be a nag.”
“Come on and tell daddy what’s wrong. I may not be there but I’m available for you to vent to. Let’s face it, you don’t have a lot of confidant’s so get to it.”
“I fear that I may forever be just your girl. It’s not looking good for me. I want a husband, a baby, a family, a life outside of work, and I just don’t know.” Mya rambled.
“Whoa nelly, take a breather. You’re only twenty-five. Technically you have time but if all else fails I say we get married and push out some babies. What do you say?”
“Not funny. I’m not your type you buster.”
“No you’re not but… I could still give you the baby part one day when you have given up on all other alternatives.”
“Damon be serious. You don’t even want kids.”
“I know but I do want nieces and nephews. I can just loan you my sperm.” He joked and it worked to lighten the mood a little because Mya laughed too.
“You are so damn special.”
“Thank you, so I’ve been told.”
“Why can’t I find a replica of you?”
“It’s not like you are really looking anyway. Let’s be honest baby girl, you not even attempting to get out there.”
“Just because I’m not just all out there doesn’t mean I’m not out there.”
“What the hell does that mean exactly?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Exactly.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Get your butt up, get sexy but not whorish, and go out even if it’s with the wicked loose bitches of the east and west.” He stopped to laugh at his own joke. “Get it wicked bitches, wicked witches…”
“Ugh, so not helping.”
“Sorry, just let go, live a little. What’s the harm in being free flowing for once? Let’s be real for a minute. You are young, sexy, independent, and you got a good head on your shoulders. Do you know how many outsiders have ran upon your picture on my phone or in the paper from some paparazzi and went gaga over you? Most people think we are together and if no one asks to be sure, that means they are not for you. I know this because you are honest if nothing else so if they don’t have the balls to ask the questions that’s holding them back from getting to know you then they don’t deserve you.”
“Well I was going out tonight but you’re not going to be here.”
“Don’t let my absence spoil the fun. You’re still going out.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are and you’re outfit should be arriving around eight this evening. Just in time for you to get dressed and be at the party by nine.”
“Damon you are smoking if you think I’m going to someone’s party I don’t know, especially without you.”
“I have pulled a few strings and managed to get three people into this party even with me not being there. So pick between them hoes you hang with or a couple of co-workers, either way I don’t really care. You are going to go out, relax, and maybe even get you a little piece to put a dip in your step.”
“Shouldn’t it be ‘pep’ in my step?”
“Not if you get a good one like you’re boy.”
“You are so damn conceited.”
“I’ll be that.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Yes you can and you will or there will be consequences.”
“What kind of consequences?”
“Try me and find out. If you don’t get your rocks off at least unwind a little and enjoy being young for a change. You will be in VIP so hopefully you won’t end up with no dud or scrub.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“No, you’re going. Gotta go, love you.”
“Love you too.” Mya hung up the phone in deep thought. She really wishes she could let loose and enjoy living life for a change. Unfortunately she was a bit of a prude when it came to things so intimate. Never having a one night stand before, she didn’t know what to expect. How do folks even go about having those, it seems so scary. Meet someone at the club, interact with one another, leave together, and do some scandalous things. All without any emotional attachment. Mya was shaken from her thoughts when her phone rang.
“Hey Kim, what’s up?”
“I read on a social feed that your little boyfriend is in Cali still. I thought you all had plans.”
“We did but he had to cancel. Photo shoot with some sponsor or something of that nature.”
“He is such a…”
“Watch it!” Mya cut her off from her rant. She knew she would start trying to insult Damon and they knew Mya didn’t play that.
“Anyway, so that means you are down to go out with us after all right?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh come on Mya, stop being so, ugh!”
“Fine, I don’t really want to hear this from you too.”
“Me too?”
“Yeah Damon gave me a speech. It’s not important.”
“This I know. Last I checked he didn’t have a wife. Where were you all going tonight anyway?” Kim and Shannon had always been jealous of her friendship with Damon mainly because she didn’t take to them as easily. They each also secretly tried to pursue Damon but he shut them down.
“That he doesn’t. We were going to some fighter’s birthday party or something like that but he did set up for me and two guests to still attend in his absence.” Mya thought she had gone deaf from the screaming on the other end of the phone.
“Please tell me it’s the party for B.A.”
“I don’t know who it is honestly. I didn’t ask.”
“How can you not ask?”
“Do you want to go or not?” Mya was losing patience with Kim quickly.
“My bad. Heck yea I want to go. I don’t care who it is honestly.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Whatever girl let me get started on my look for tonight. Call Shannon to let her know.”
Mya called Shannon getting the same response as Kim. Shannon was a little chiller about her attempts at trying to get with the famous guys. Letting her beauty speak for her, she knew she was something to be chased so she didn’t work too hard. Shannon was mixed and had a models figure standing five foot ten inches tall with moderate curves. Wearing her honey blonde colored hair in a bob, French tip acrylic nails, and makeup always flawless she could have any man she wanted with just the strut of her steps. Kim was a little on the thin side in some people’s eyes, she stood at five feet eight inches, brown skin, wearing long jet black wet wavy weave, colorful nails, and attitude to boot. Both women were hell bent on getting them husbands. They weren’t in the market for just any ole husband though, they both desired rich, well off, and successful men.
While Mya was focused on her studies her associates were focused on partying. Having spent countless nights, days, vacations, and other free moments with the jocks of the school who were rumored to make it thinking they could be the misses. They were sadly mistaken when they would hit the big time but wouldn’t look at them twice after they had already hit. Even a couple who they thought was going to take them along for the ride turned out to be a big fat nothing working for a living like everyon
e else. To say they snubbed their noses at them quickly didn’t even tip the iceberg. Damon was not a jock and could care less about making himself known on campus when they were in college. They never looked at him in that light until it was a well-known fact that he was destined to be something in the fighting world. After several failed attempts they just decided that he wasn’t worth the energy and let it go. Always voicing their dislike for him for not giving them even a cursory glance.
“Ooh girl you look great.” Shannon and Kim said when they arrived at her house. They insisted on driving because they know how Mya can be. She will want to leave too soon.
“Thanks.”
“You must be looking to let loose tonight.”
“Something like that.”
“It’s about damn time.”
“We will see.”
“Girl we are going to have a blast. I feel like tonight is my lucky night.”
“You always say that.”
“Girl don’t get me wrong we get invited to industry parties a lot but you done got us hooked up to be in the VIP section. Tonight is going to be the night, watch. I’m leaving with a baller.” Kim was bouncing in her heels with excitement. Shannon and Mya looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter. Kim scowled but got over it as they made their way to Shannon’s Cayenne. Tonight was off to a good start, now if it will ended well that was the mystery.
Chapter two
Barron Anderson has always been the type of guy that kept to himself, never the loud obnoxious type, and definitely not the life of the party. Aside from his two childhood friends, he didn't even consider himself friendly. His boxing persona has always been ruthless, cut-throat since the beginning of his fighting career. He first got involved with mixed martial arts competitions in his early teens but he started taking karate beginners as early as four years old. Being that his father owned his own martial arts studio, teaching classes on many different levels, he was bound to advance with time. His father, Barry had never fought professionally but was a competitor for many years prior to him and his wife starting a family.
